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How to not stress out in your 20's
• Do not create some unrealistic ideas: A lot of people got their degree in their early or mid twenties. So why do you expect to buy a house or get married at 25? You still have a lot of time to figure out.
• Do not compare yourself to other people: Everyone wants different things in life and everyone has their own time. If someone has a degree, a job, a partner or a house before you, it doesn't mean you're a failure or late. Everyone's life looks different and so is yours.
• There are no standards in your twenties: Society puts too much on us to get our degree, get a job, buy a house, get married and have children before 30. Do you really think it's realistic? NO. Some people don't even have one of those things, and that's okay. Create your own standard.
• You are still young: Twenties is like teens trying to figure out life with more freedom, and also with more responsibilities. Isn't it fun that you can do whatever you want, while you're still young? Take a deep breath and enjoy your twenties, everything will fall into place.
how to stop feeling like the ugly duckling in every situation no glue no borax
being in your mid twenties is a series of the worst experiences ever followed by the haunting narrative that you’re never going anywhere in your life while everyone you know is achieving their goals
y'know what, fuck yeah I'm turning 27. mid twenties were rough, didn't think I'd live long enough to see them or even make it through them. I'm aging and that's pretty cool. 3 years away from 30 and I'm getting hotter n smarter n cooler. rad stuff, fuck anti-aging rhetoric. I'm queer and getting older YEAH!!!
One moment you're young and hot and the next you're sitting at work legitimately excited to go home, drink a mug of cranberry juice, and then go to sleep.
you don’t wanna peak in high school but most people do. it’s the last chance to truly live and be whimsical and silly with no worries. you’re encouraged to get all the dumb shit out of the way and anything bad or wrong you could do falls not on you but the people who raised you (to an extent anyway).
there’s a cushion to your choices and consequences and you’re constantly told there’s time, enjoy being young and carefree. and then you turn 20. then they start asking when. when are you getting married, having kids, graduating, when are you going to grow up? but they just told you you had your whole life ahead of you, right?
then you’re 24 and you see that your whimsy has run out and people expect more. you’re in grad school and people expect more. you’re single and childless and people expect more. you’re at your first job making grown up money and people still expect more.
at every turn they remind you that you’re not a kid anymore, it’s time to have a head on your shoulders, but in the same breath strangers will tell you that 24 is basically 14 and you do have time but you look back at your life and realize that you wasted time thinking you had time and now that everyone’s expecting more you see that you never got to do the things you wanted to do when your bones were young.
you realize that age is just a number and if you feel 18 at 24 then the world is yours but people still expect more. you don’t have the time you think you have and really you never did. society doesn’t allow you to be whimsical at 24. you must own a house, have a kid, have a marriage, have a full time job. you must do more. but hey, at least you didn’t peak in high school, right?
Her face looked tired, grave, and rather sad, for tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost twenty-five, and nothing to show for it.
—Little Women (1868), by Louisa May Alcott