I feel like 28 (for me at least)
is about shaking off the last of the insecurity of your early twenties,
and the anxious fervor of your mid twenties,
and beginning to settle into the comfort and healthy boundaries of your 30s.
I no longer need flashy things, although they’re fun.
But I crave comfort and softness and ease.
Deeper self knowledge and confidence.
Simple purpose and direction,
community and connection to the world around me.
I don’t believe our 20s are the best years of our lives.
That would simply be boring and too short lived.
This is probably the first birthday where I won’t be opening any presents on the day of,
not to say that I haven’t been thoroughly spoiled,
but rather that many of the gifts have been about spending time
with the people I love.
Moments and memories and comfort and rest have been my gifts,
instead of the typical stuff.
And I can say that I do not feel like I have missed out one bit.
We don’t always have to have something to show for it.
I’m looking forward to closing out the last 2 years of the (in)famous twenties
doing some thorough introspection,
prioritizing my health,
and moving more surely into the next chapter,
the next decade I’m approaching.
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Wonderfully said! I’m closing out my 20s this year, and a lot of what you’ve written here resonates with me.