Confessions Of A Twenty-Fine Year Old

I giggled as I scrolled through Instagram and double-tapped  a meme that listed “5 Must-haves by the Time You Turn 30”. Among them; a drawer  full of random cords, Tupperware with missing lids, sleep deprivation, a  plastic bag full of other bags, and, of course, anxiety. 

As a 90’s Baby who is hitting the big 3.0 this year with way less accomplishments than I had planned, I’m proud to say that this sarcastic must-have list really made me feel better since I’ve definitely had everything on that list.

What’s even funnier is how it made me recall all the unrealistic expectations I piled onto my plate with strict deadlines; you know, the standard cookie-cutter goal to be married, have 2 kids (a boy and a girl to be precise) have a nice house, and a fast car, and juggle all this with a bomb-ass career, all at once, all by the age of 25. 😑

via Instagram @inspire_me_home_decor

I mean, I have accomplished some great things on my journey up to the Dirty-Thirty; like 1 kid so far: the girl who gives meaning to pure, unconditional love, fuels my resilience, gives me sleep-deprivation, and the recurring anxiety over whether or not I would survive having the boy to complete the planned package😏.

I'm comfy in my own living space, and I have accomplished most of my educational goals, and jobs here and there that remind me everyday how important it is to push toward my planned  career goals. Altogether these accomplishments have brought me growth mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I remain aware and grateful for that.

photocred via Instagram @letterfolk

Grateful for what? Because I’m happy, and I’m not saying that I have totally mastered The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, but I can vouch for author, Mark Manson’s point that “happiness comes from solving problems”, not avoiding them, but solving each one as they continuously arise like the bad guys in a video game.

I’m not indifferent to the things I’ve failed at accomplishing thus far, but I’m comfortable with the fact that different things will happen at different times for different people, and that the key is to remain coachable and committed to solving the problems that pop up in my process instead of wallowing in sadness that is really just self-entitlement covered in sugar.

That being said, I’m still quite a bit of months away from the Big 3oh, and I do want the year to slow down so that I could possibly knock a few more goals off my list, but I’m excited and that’s rare so this is something special. I want to commit my year to walking in my truth and getting rid of grandiose clutter and deadlines on my life. What are you committing to?