Welp, here we are. The last day of my 20s.
I can’t help but think back to my senior seminar course in college, where the professor made us write down our five-year plan and our ten-year plan. I’d love to laugh about how much my plans have changed since then, but I honestly don’t even remember them. And that’s truly how much has changed since then. Even though it feels like a blip, a lot happens in ten years.
Do I have regrets? Many. I did a lot of very stupid things.
Would I take a do over? Absofreakinglutely. If I could pretty much guarantee that I would still meet and fall in love with Marc, I would get right into that time machine without any second thoughts and do most everything differently.
But alas, despite what seemingly all the shows we’ve watched in quarantine have told us, time travel is not (yet) possible, and so, c’est la vie.
In the last ten years, I let a lot of people tell me my dreams weren’t possible. I believed them.
A lot of people also told me my dreams were possible. I didn’t believe them.
I was fortunate enough to have the time and means to travel. I didn’t.
I made some really amazing friends. I didn’t make an effort to keep in close touch.
But, it’s easy to name every should have, could have, and would have. It’s tempting to look back on the past decade and count every mistake I made on 386 hands. Thing is, I still learned a lot and grew A LOT. In so many ways, I am a completely different person than I was ten years ago. I was doing yoga the other day (which is a huge shift in and of itself. I was so tense in my early 20s that stretching was extremely painful) and I realized I no longer have a thigh gap. This would have caused 20-year-old Jillian to have a full-blown meltdown. I used to sit with a thick pillow between my legs for ten minutes every night to maintain a thigh gap. Now? Eh. Whatever. I’m healthy. It felt symbolic.
In the last ten years, I switched careers four times. I anticipate I’ll switch at least four more.
I still did many of the things that are best done in your twenties, and I am happy with leaving them there.
I found new passions and new strengths. I tried new things. I gained new perspective.
In every way, I am just as awkward.
Through much of it, you were here, dear reader, and for that, I thank you.
I’m still trying to find the balance between what one thinks life is supposed to be and what it actually is. I look forward to learning and growing more in my 30s. And as far as travel, dreams, and friendships…well, all those things will exist in my 30s too.
Plus, mentally (and vocally), I think I’ve always been around 56, so really I’ve got about 26 years before I hit my sweet spot.
One of the best things I’ve done in my 20s actually happened very recently. I started writing, everyday, and I’ve kept at it for four months: A personal record, and I am determined to continue. Obviously, it’s not blog posts (sorry), but I’m really proud of my persistence. Most of the time, it’s really bad, but hey, I’m doing it. And there’s always room for revision.
Maybe that’s what my 30s will be: the decade of revisions. Or, as the original Prufrock says, “Time for a hundred visions and revisions.”
So long, 20s. Thanks for the ride. Here’s to the next awkward chapter.