Yesterday I spent a good hour or two browsing through profiles and blogs on 20-Something Bloggers (which, as you can see by my proudly-displayed badge, I am now an official member of). And it got me thinking: "twentysomething" is such a broad category.
I am currently twenty-eight years, ten months, two weeks, and one day old. And as I sifted through people's digital representations of their lives yesterday, I suddenly felt like I was thirteen again: stuck between two periods of life. I am so far, SO far beyond the carefree college days of my early twenties. But I am nowhere near as into the settling down and having kids phase that so many people my age (and younger) are.
There are so many different phases of our twenties that we go through in myriad orders and combinations. You could think of it in terms of music you liked, people you associated with, jobs you held, clothes you wore, goals you set... however you choose to categorize it, it's a decade of massive transformation.
Here are some fast-forward snippets through mine:
Early Twenties: College. Perfectionist to the Nth degree. Got straight A's. Worked out every single day, often twice. Despite intense feminist devotions and remnants of high school interest in riot grrl, struggled with eating disorders and dated mostly idiots. Still wore combat boots or Converse All-stars almost every day. Once wore electrical tape to a party. Avoided alcohol most of the time for fear of empty calories. Still dyed hair red, purple, black, etc. often. Still had tongue (and other things) pierced. Got so skinny and messed up that I got frighteningly near killing myself accidentally (this incident caused me to miss my own grandmother's funeral). Loved live music and went to several shows a month. Managed to screw up most of my close, meaningful friendships because I was so unhealthily obsessed with "perfection" that I pushed everyone away. Worked at a coffee shop and in a group home for mentally handicapped men. Read French language magazines. Believed myself to be creative and interesting.
Mid Twenties: Got my sh*t together in time for student teaching, graduation, and beginning of career. Started blogging. Lived in Lakewood with roommate Heidi for a year after college, then went off on my own. Worked full time AND attended grad school full time. Appreciated sweatpants for the first time in my life. Thoroughly enjoyed living it up in my bachelorette pad. Dated a few idiots, and a few guys who weren't all that bad (but just weren't right... like Goldilocks tasting porridge, haha). Discovered my inner domestic goddess. Began working on rebuilding family relationships. Attended dozens of weddings. Got to be a "popular girl" at work and ran around with a very fun group of new friends (the kind of girls I would have spit on, given the chance, in high school). Ran my first 5k. Grew my hair long and got highlights. Shamefully went tanning a few times a week for about a year. Twenty-six was a big year: I left my good job for an amazing offer at an even better job, started dating CJ and decided we should get a place together. Finished graduate school and moved to Shaker Square.
Late Twenties. Lived in awesome apartment with CJ. Got robbed. Clung to yoga and writing for survival. Felt like part of a new family; one that has taught me that family can be very different from what I am used to. Made peace with members of my own family. Tried many new things just to prove I wasn't old. Traveled to Istanbul to teach for two weeks. Considered alternatives to original career choice, but decided to stick with it. Started using wrinkle cream. Discovered that working out is now a necessity, not merely a precaution. Rediscovered reading for pleasure. Traveled to Bangkok. Purchased home. Window treatments. Non-IKEA furniture. Gardening tools. Started 403(b). Experienced occasional oh-god-I'm-a-sellout-grownup panic attacks. Still have one year, one month, and some change left to go... will of course keep you updated.
