I have a confession to make. Though this has taken me a long time to admit to myself, I have finally come to terms that this is just a factor of what makes me, me, and have decided it was best for me to share. With today’s ever so pressuring society we are put on a strict timeline from birth. Once we learn to walk our parents will soon put us down and never pick us up again. This process happens from one stage of our lives to the next until we officially branch out of childhood and are expected to touch other such milestones in our lives. College, a steady job, marriage, children, all of these are expected to be achieved by around the age of 25. My birthday is soon approaching and I will officially be in the supposedly dreaded land where I’m closer to 30 than I am to 20. What do I have to show for it? No children, no engagement ring, not even a college degree yet. All things my 16 year old self would have been sure I would be well on the way to achieving by now. But in my pocket I have some incredible life experiences in which I never could have achieved if I hadnt taken a little extra time to grow up… I took time to learn who I was. I changed my major 5 times only to find the one in which I am passionate about. I found new muses such as writing, cooking and painting and developed skills in all of them. I realized I was not to fit into society’s standards and that getting married and having children is not a priority in my life. I followed my dreams. I walked in front of the Disneyland castle to go to work every day. I lived in Los Angeles, just to get a feel for the fast life. I sang my favorite song on stage side by side my favorite musician. I lived. I broke hearts and experienced heartbreak, only to eventually see the beauty in it. I saw my parents’ marriage deteriorate just for them to build themselves up whole, as new and better people. I failed time and time again, yet each try now, only becomes stronger than the one before. I loved. I discovered some of my new best friends I will take with me wherever life goes. I lived in an apartment with my sisters, making memories and laughing by their side on a daily basis. More importantly, I learned to love myself, in all my imperfections and faults. So that leaves us to my confession… I am exactly where I am supposed to be, maybe not by societies standards but by my own and I wouldnt want in any other way. I know there is many out there like myself, constantly feeling like you should be at a certain place you’re not, I just hope you take from this that it is okay to live at your own speed. After all, your twenties are your selfish years, and if you don’t live life today, then when?
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 19:25:55 +0000
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