Thoughts on Getting Older and My Last Year as a Twenty-Something

Pineapples, Party Hats and Balloons - Birthday Fiesta
Photo by Pineapple Supply Co. on

There’s something funny about birthdays and the way they force you to take a pause, assess your surroundings, and reflect on where you’ve been and where you’re going.

This Thursday is my 29th birthday. I’d hardly consider myself a crone, but I also think it’s safe to say I’ve FINALLY graduated from the “finding myself” era, the self-absorbed period of my late teens and early to mid-twenties.

I don’t miss my closet full of disposable “going-out” clothes, the horrible customer support job I worked to pay rent in San Francisco, or the crippling fear that I had absolutely no clue what I was doing with my life.

For the first time ever, my career is on a clear trajectory, I love what I do, and I don’t feel like an imposter dressed in business casual.

At (almost) 29, I have moved countries, married the love of my life, built an amazing support network of friends, and have the cutest (if not the sharpest) pup keeping my lap warm on these chilly Autumnal nights.

I’m not the first writer to wax poetic on the wild-ride that is being a twenty-something and I’m sure I won’t be the last, but I’ve got to say, you couldn’t pay me enough to turn back the clock.

I love the wisdom that I’ve gained from my past. I love how the older I get, the more I accept myself and lean into the quirks, habits, and idiosyncrasies that make me, well, me. I love being a strong, confident person and I love how much I’ve fallen in love with writing since starting this blog. I even love making my bed every morning (seriously, this was a game changer).

I needed those years in the early ’00s to get here. Going on those bad dates helped me know that when I met the right guy, it just felt different. Studying in Florence for a semester in Uni and teaching English in Israel prepped me for life as an expat by teaching me how to embrace a new culture without entirely giving up my own.

There’s no doubt, this next chapter will have its ups and downs, that’s just the nature of things. But whatever comes, I look forward to meeting every challenge with at least a mid-shelf wine in my hand (sorry yellow tail, we had some good times), a well-tailored shirt on my shoulders, and my husband by my side.

Cheers to 29 and many more adventures with Pete!

Thanks, as always, for checking out Adventures with Pete. Never miss a post, subscribe today.

2 thoughts on “Thoughts on Getting Older and My Last Year as a Twenty-Something

  1. Btw first wishes for ur last twentieth league birthday and secondly I affirm ur thought process as with age we gain experience ,but sometimes that is also not a parameter as some people get experience even in their early stages of life and become sane in their late twenties itself …….things and life is sorted if we are having right people right destiny and right mind

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s