Well, I can no longer pretend to be in my mid-twenties anymore. On June 19th, I’ll turn 29. The final year of my twenties is upon us, and what a wild ride of a decade it’s been.
I feel like a completely different person than when I was 20, or even when I was 26. It’s been a decade of heartache, happiness, and growth. And even though I’m not where 20-year-old me thought I’d be – sipping mimosas in high rise apartment in Boston with a best-selling novel and a bevy of Louis Vuitton purses everywhere – I’m happy with where I am. (Don’t worry, I fully plan on treating myself to a Louis Vuitton key pouch during my birthday trip to Dallas.) It’s been a decade full of beautiful milestones with my husband, trips, a house, and fur babies (the best kind of babies). I have it good. We all do when we really stop to look at how far we’ve come.
27 and 28 have been a lot like 22 and 23 if I’m being honest. Anyone else feel me? I had an early quarter-life crisis and a delayed one too. It’s been a lot of internal growth, confusion, and wondering if I’m doing the right thing. That’s not because things have been bad (far from it); it’s just the blessing and curse of being able to see the outcome of things before you even choose them. That probably doesn’t even make sense, unless it does…in which case you’re probably 28 too.
Anyway, enough of my philosophical ramblings. I sound like my husband when he’s drunk (love you, Worsham!). Here are a few things I’ve learned this past year of being alive.
Take Time to Be Truly Alone – For someone who has always loved spending time alone, I hadn’t really been alone in the past seven years until my work trip to Florida. I totally downplayed how much it bothered me in my travel post. The week before I left was a mood to say the least. I felt clingy, anxious, and teary. I bought a new crystal and l-theanine just to soothe my worries, and basically followed Worsham around like a child for several days. Cute (I mean, I’m younger than him so this is allowed, right?). Sure, I’ve traveled without him many times, but I’ve always been going to stay with friends aka not really alone. This time was different. I was going with coworkers and would be sleeping alone. ALONE. If you know me, you know I hate sleeping alone. I’m that Drake song, people.
As soon as I walked into the airport though? Totally fine. Totally calm. Excited for the week to myself. That week apart taught me just how essential it is to take time apart for yourself and for your relationship. I got to recharge, do yoga, NOT HAVE TO CLEAN A HOUSE, eat food for free, hang at cool government places where they probs keep aliens, and get to know my coworkers better. I got to remember who I am when I’m just me, and that’s always a good thing.[Read more…]