Lessons I learned At Twenty-Five
*this post is filled with pictures of me, I've picked the most honest and therefore, the most unflattering I could find.
I was going to try and write a list of 25 things I’ve learned in 25 years. I even wrote out the damn list, and it was HARD. I talked about finding adventure, skincare routine, traveling alone, dating, finding a workout routine, writing to friends and family. The list went on and on…
Honestly, though, that isn’t the type of advice I want to give. It felt forced. It didn’t feel like me. And I’ll be damned, if I am going to write, it will be with passion or nothing else.
Here is my advice I’ve learned in 25 years
actually most I’ve learned in the last three months
You are going to make mistakes.
You are going to stumble.
You are going to feel lost.
But, that is okay! Find what feeds your soul and do it. Run toward what makes you come alive. And know that no *supposed* mistake is actually a mistake. It is a chance to learn. As my mom would say, “Yell out plot twist and carry on.”
So that is it. I can tell you to buy the damn plane ticket, to never settle, to find a skincare routine, to take care of your body, and drink all the water. That isn’t me. I am not here to tell you how to do things. I am here to talk about the nasty and hard shit, the in-betweens of the glamorous side. That you can find adventure on every corner. That you are lucky. That you get chances.
So take them.
Relish in change and decision-making and grow from it.
Here's to 25 years, and the next 25, and the 25 after that. Here's to basking in change, friendships, adventures, jobs that rock and jobs that suck, travel, lovers, and lost love, and decisions, and choices, and good beer! Cheryl Strayed said it perfectly, “The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of it.”