Being 30 And Not Having It Figured Out

Turning the big 30 was kind of terrifying and overwhelming simultaneously. Grey hairs start to emerge where there once were not any. Meanwhile, expression lines very discretely begin to mark territory, raising the question of whether or not Botox is needed (don’t have any on my face only on my arm). The realization hit you like a cold bucket of water. Now it is You vs. Gravity in a fight to maintain everything in its rightful place. In a sense, it’s true because collagen production starts diminishing after the mid-twenties. Oh, shoot!

One thing they forgot to mention in the turning 30 manual is the increased confidence you would gain. Things you were worried about before don’t matter anymore.

With the newfound confidence, you acknowledge the importance of prioritizing yourself, while accepting your imperfections.

Finally, the inner self you kept hidden for so long reemerges, broaching a new meaning to life. It’s as if the blindfold has magically vanished, enabling you to view things through new lenses. Clearly understanding where to invest your energy towards by eliminating what no longer serves you. Obtaining the courage to act upon your fears and emotions is truly priceless. Don’t expect it to happen with a snap of a finger, but it will occur with patience and dedication.

Having everything figured out by the age of 30 is the biggest misconception in existence. Of course, it would be delightful to have everything structured and be totally independent before stepping into a new decade. And to have reached every objective by a certain age. Life is legitimately a race: once an objective is fulfilled. Then you expected to go onto the next one instantly. Resulting, in not having enough time to properly savor your achievement.

If you told me ten years ago, I would be where I’m today. I would tell you, you were delusional. Had this plan in my head whereby a certain age, I would be doing this and had accomplished that. Have I done everything I set myself to accomplish by the age of thirty? No! Have I beaten myself up for not doing so? YES. Does that mean I will never accomplish them? No, it means I will achieve them at my own pace.

Believing in yourself unconditionally and what you are capable of is more important than any timeline.

Occasionally, the more goal achieved, the more miserable. The problem underlies in not feeling the flames associated with following one’s true passion that get you excited to wake up each day.

A jigsaw puzzle can never be finished by pretending the last piece is solid when none of its sides match. Instead of forcing the piece to fit, one should accept that is incorrect and search for the proper one. Who knows what you might find along the way- maybe a pleasant surprise. Could be the thing you have been missing all along and were unaware of.

The most important thing out of this thing called life is being happy with who you are. If we are not content with who we are and the person, we are becoming. Then what are we doing? We owe it to ourselves to be who we want and are meant to be, while making little detours en route. It does not imply you are inquire to an exact location at a specific time. And if it does, screw it because your whole well-being is more important than meeting a timeline.