My 20s were finishing college and worrying about a getting a real job, taking a position and spending 2 and a half years hating it but too inexperienced to know it. I never sleep on a Sunday night because I was too anxious about going to work the next day. I thought this was normal and that everyone felt this way about their job.
My 20s was dating guys with no job or ambition, even dating a guy who actually got locked up on our date because they were cute and or funny; then dating assholes that did not care about me because they did have jobs and ambition, followed by dating men I was not even attracted too because they were upstanding member of society. All of which while fun at times was a complete waste of time.
My 20s were losing over 50lbs on weightwatchers only to gain it plus some back because I had not dealt with the real reasons I over used food.
My 20s were feeling like a teenager while making grown up decisions and living up to grown up expectations.
However, My 20s were also very good to me.
My 20s were getting my degree (Go TU. I’m an Owl for life)
My 20’s were building some great friendships and learning how to make an effort to maintain others.
My 20s were learning how to save for a goal and buying my own car and financing my 1st adult vacation.
My 20s were learning the Joy’s and sorrows of home ownership.
My 20s was choosing a career not just a job. (I admit it Government Contracting is it for me)
My 20’s was experiencing heartbreaks, disappointments, and the painful loss of a parent and realizing I am strong enough to go on even while it hurts and find my Joy.
If I can do all this in the 10 years from 20 to 29 imagine what I can learn and accomplish in my 30s and the Joy that I may find there.