I read someone’s post the other day about “feeling 22” and realized that I was in a unique position – I am the same age as Taylor Swift, so when the song 22 came blaring over the airwaves 6 years ago, I was able to sing along loud and proud. 22 was a big year for me – graduating college, moving to Texas for summer work, and moving to Spain for a job. I also met so many new people, kept up with old friends, learned a new language.
Early 20s were an important time to me, but late 20s are now a different kind of important. I didn’t realize it at the time, but once I could answer the question, even a little, of “What will I do with my life?” there was a huge loss of stress. That stress was replaced with a different, in some ways harder question to answer: “Am I doing this right/well/do I want to do it any more?”
In my mid-20s there was a lot of joy over finding jobs that were a good fit, continuing my education to become more specialized, and finding the person I wanted to marry. After all of that, my life has gotten… tame, in a somewhat surprising way. Now that I have answered a lot of those questions for your 20s, I’m trying to figure out what is to be done with the years I have left before 30, and what the next challenge is.
One of the big ones for me is learning to love the place I live – neither Husband nor I are natives of this place, but through getting work and buying a house we found ourselves committed to this small midwestern city. We’re trying to find the people in the city that fit with us, but even more so we’re trying to figure out what positive impact we can have on our community. This wasn’t what I was doing when I was Feeling 22, but it feels just right right now.