Today is the last day of my twenties. I remember being a teen and being impatient about getting into my twenties. I felt that it would be a period where my life would feel more stable, things would fall into place, and a time where I would feel more confident in myself and the things I do.
Now, as my twenties end, I’m left reflecting on the last three decades of my life, and thinking about the decade ahead. I also think about where my parents were at this point in their lives, and how different our paths were.
I wish I had a ton of time to write, as dissecting my life would probably make a great post, but suffice it to say, I’ll be spending a great deal of time reflecting today and tomorrow.
My plans for the future have me looking towards re-starting my life, figuring out where I want to be, who I want to be around, and where my value to the world at large exists.
It is amazing to me to think that another decade has gone by in my life. If I am fortunate enough to live ten years longer than the average age of eighty, then I am already one third of the way through my life.
I don’t feel stable, nor confident, so let’s hope my thirties are a better period of self discovery and set-up my life for the long term better than my twenties did.