It’s a sad day when you can no longer sing along to Taylor Swift’s “I’m Feeling 22,” and turn 23 when Buzzfeed claims it’s the worst year in your 20s (especially when I forgetfully still input 21 into the elliptical).
Not only am I ready for the challenge to prove Buzzfeed wrong, but I’m also ready to focus on “Feeling Happy” versus feeling any certain age.
Of course it’s hard with today’s societal norms. Everyone can see where you are in life… Oh, she’s not engaged yet? Oh, she hasn’t gotten promoted yet? Oh, they’re still living there? There’s a lot of pressure from our culture to be a certain way at a certain time.
And I’m one of the biggest culprits. I’ve had my life planned out since I was a little girl. I knew when I wanted to get married and when I wanted to have a kid. I knew when I wanted to move and to where. Or, at least I thought I did.
Well it’s obvious my plan didn’t quite follow through. Is this a bad thing? No. Because now I have a new intention. And it’s not about counting the days until I have a ring on my finger, or the years until I publish the book I’ve been working on since high school.
Instead, I’m going to take life day-by-day. I’m going to savor the Miami sun as long as I can, because I can’t plan where life will take me… Because I never planned to be here.
I’m going to drink in the beauty of Florida and revel in my amazing first job. Instead of a plan I’m just going to have dreams and actively pursue them without a timeline. I’ll know I’ll reach them when I’m ready, but I’ll never stop trying.
I’m going into 23 with no expectations. I’m going into it with a violet-coated smile (my new favorite shade), my highest heels, my biggest aspirations and a weekend in the Keys to boot.
What do I want for 23? I want a perfectly made mojito on a sunny Miami day. I want to laugh until I cry surrounded by the best of friends. I want to travel more – like visiting my best friend in South Korea. I want to find more to love and more to write about. I want to find my happiness without depending on anyone else. I want another tattoo and another hand to hold the heart on my sleeve.
Whether it all happens or not, it’s ok. Because something magical will happen in its place. I’ll get where I’m going when I’m meant to get there. And I’ll do it without stipulation to Facebook or LinkedIn.