Funny, I was initally supposed to begin posting to ThinkSoul25 ages ago. Unfortunately, somewhere between work and an attempt to rationalize this crazy thing called life, I am just now winding down to let my random musings float off into the cyberworld known as internet.
My random musing of the evening? Well, it has to do with something I call the ‘terrible twenties’. By terrible, I am talking about eating a five course meal off of the dollar menu post gym workout terrible. Terrible because it may not make a lick of sense and may even seem to defeat a whole lot of purposes but it just feels so terribly right at the same time. If you aren’t catching my drift, let me stop writing in riddles and ease on into my hump day rant. The horrible, terrible, no good, very bad twenties. The decade of trial and error. The year or years of self-discovery. Most importantly, the transtion period. Dun…dun..duuuuun. You know, the one where we transition from young but “I’m grown” adults into full blown adulthood.
Maybe it’s just me but as of lately it seems that alot of folks are going through their “YOLO” moments (unfortunately, I really did just use that term) or biological time clock waiting to explode moment. Not criticizing anyone who is about either of those lives, be you and do it well. It justs seems as though others find it hard to believe that you’re not playing for either team. I mean what happened to the good ol’ days of sitting outside of a Starbucks on a gorgeous day and having some thought provoking conversation while sipping a delicious beverage? Or even taking a salsa or boxing class just for the heck of learning something new and fun? Why can’t I think outside of the latest trends?
Lately as I look to my left and right, my brows have literally been wrinkling in question. Dare I brave, yet another repetitive happy hour? No, this only makes me think of undergrad and of the fact that my metabolism is just not what it used to be. Should I be settled down with a family in mind? No, I’m not one who believes that marriage will result in world peace. So what do I do as I look around at all us twenty somethings just floating around in the air? Well, if you must know, I focus on balancing my career and passions. I focus on doing things that I feel will enrich me. Why yes, yes I did say enrich. As of lately, I have just been thinking the twenties are a strange period for everyone as I observe my fellow twentys somethings. Is this what Brittany was talking about or am I just over analyzing like most great writers do?
What do you guys think? Do any other twenty somethings ever feel like this or question the meaning of it all? If not, I guess I’m off to another workout. This time I’ll be sure it’s sans consumption of post workout fast food.