Some call it a quarter life crisis, others call it the greatest transition into adulthood, I call being twenty-something.
The beauties of these moments; Freedom, self-discovery, pure friendships, reality, curiosity, sexual intuition, mistakes. The downside; All of these things actually kind of suck when you're going through the movement.
This morning, I woke up still shattered from my recent traumatic experience with someone I made myself more than vulnerable to. I walked into class ready to read the syllabus, introduce myself to a bunch of just-out-of-high-school-hopefuls, and then leave. I listened to my English teacher give her expectations of the class, I became extremely annoyed by her enunciation of every "o" and "t," and then she handed out a article for us to read.
To my surprise, it was about the confusing awkward transition of a twenty-something. It explained the pressure twenty-something's feel to become someone. Settle down, pop out a few babies, and live. And just live? Immediately, I was taken back by this.
The more I read, the more I understood what the article was truly about. Twenty-something's decade should be dedicate to themselves. Dedicated to finding an identity capital, adding value to their life and reputation. Trial and error is acceptable, and following the herd is overrated. Love should be tested more than once to find the qualities one deserves in a partner.
Suddenly, I realized I actually have A LOT of time.