20-Something

I’ve been spending some time, both online and in life, with a few twenty somethings.  Some of them have their lives together:  they’re married, settled, incomed {yeah, I made that up}, and have children.  And some…don’t.  One is not better than the other, just different.  And certainly, younger than me.

I hated my twenties.  I had no idea who I was.  I had no idea what I wanted to be {other than a wife & mother}. I had three jobs during that period of my life;  nanny, baker’s helper, and retail “coordinator.”  All  were jobs that I didn’t see myself doing for long.  I returned to college at the same time, first at the local community college for just a semester {ended up not finishing because I couldn’t decide on a program} and then later at a private business school from which I later graduated.  I ended up working retail for most of my twenties, first as a clerk and then moving into an office administrative position.  It suited me.  I was good at it.  And, fifteen years later, I’m still with the same company.

I had no self confidence back then. I didn’t feel comfortable in my own skin.  I was shy. Nervous around guys.

These new 20-something friends?  They seem nothing like I was at that age and I wonder why?  Their confidence is astounding.

So when I said before that I was grateful for right-timing…I meant that I’m glad I didn’t do anything rash or stupid in my twenties {not that these new friends are doing anything rash or stupid}.  I’m glad I didn’t settle.  I’m glad I let life happen.

And finally, this thirty-something is finding confidence and self-love…and for that I am grateful.