The other day a friend of mine, who is in her 20s, posted about how the older you get the less excited you get about your birthday. She said that she basically wants to stop at her mid-20s and be done aging.
I read that and thought to myself, “Yuck! There is no way I’d want to go back to being 25!”
Sure, I’d like less wrinkles. I’d like less gray hairs.
But I don’t miss how emotional I felt ALL THE TIME in my 20s. I don’t miss feeling so uncomfortable in my own body. I don’t miss second guessing everything and feeling uncertain.
Sure, I had fun in my 20s. I stayed up late, I went out to bars, I didn’t worry about saving up my money for a new car or a house or to have stability. I felt young enough to feel YOUNG but old enough to feel like I was an adult (whatever that means).
But ugh, my 20s were so dramatic and emotional and I just can’t imagine wanting to go back. I made mistakes that caused me to really need to fix my life. I lost friends that I thought would be with me for a lifetime. If my 20s was an amusement park ride I would have gotten sick from it – there were so many very low lows and very high highs.
Maybe that’s not true for everyone. But I’m perfectly fine being a 30-something. Being in your 20s is for the birds!