I Blinked and My 20’s Were Gone; I Leaped and My 30’s Began.
“Your 20's” are overrated, at least they were for me. At 19, I had just returned from studying abroad and fell in love. Now, at 32, I’ve been living in a van on-and-off for two years, sleeping in streets and parking lots, and life is in turbo mode.
In a lot of ways, I’ve experienced more in the past two years than I have in the ten previous, but that doesn’t negate the value of my 20’s. Here are my takeaways from that decade:
- I don’t have a house or property. I don’t have a mortgage.
- I don’t have a lot of money. I spend what I earn. I have a lot of free time.
- I don’t have a telepathic connection with my husband. I don’t have a carbon copy of myself (thank God).
- I don’t have an illustrious career. I have a simple job that’s rewarding and therapeutic. I’m self-employed.
- Temporary as it may be, friendship is a gift.
- My values are reflected in how I spend my time.
- I questioned hell. It fell apart, I found God.
- Outside of school, far outside of school, in a land where I can see that “school” is just another business, I learned.
- I accepted reality, and it softened.