Mourning the End of My 20’s

So as I was walking home from evening shift of my job at the hospital, it hit me that this is one of the final weeks of me being 29. I’ve always welcomed every year as a blessing but I came to the realization that I’m no longer gonna be in my 20’s. The thing is, I never thought of my life past the age of 30.

My early to mid twenties have been such magical time. With new found independence I was able to travel to different parts of the world and I PARTIEDDDDDDDD OKKKK!!!!?!!? lol I was 21 during 2016; I had a TIME! College, I literally partied from Tuesday to Sunday morning. Studied abroad and continued my parties to the UK. I traveled through Europe and so some unique places and enjoyed an amazing new culture. I finished undergrad to then take a gap year where I traveled to South America and went to festivals around the US. The list goes on the things I’ve been able to accomplish.

Mid to late twenties were more calming. I was in and completed a doctoral program during the pandemic and later met the love of my life. Though I’m happy to be in my relationship, at 29, I feel though I haven’t accomplished the things I thought I would had be this time. I shared my frustrations about my placement in my career and grieving loved ones who have passed in my later 20’s and won’t see me becoming 30 physically via my Instagram close friends story. It feels weird knowing that when I was younger, this was the big age that I said that I would be one day. Now that I am 29.98 years old, I’m coming to the realization that I need to expand my range of thinking now. What woman will I become at 40, 50, 60 and beyond? It’s exciting and definitely a blessing to live. I’ll be 30 in two weeks, I pray for more living because life doesn’t just stop at 30. #20srealness #embracevulnerability #Lemon8Diary