I am tiptoeing out of my 20s far too fast. I was looking in Ebony at the young movers and shakers today, and I realized I am older than most of them. Wow, where did my youth go? This pulls me back into my failure blog. I haven't accomplished enough to be looking at the ass end of my 20s yet. I am single, again, but I don't mind because I like it this time. I do have a perfect little boy, in my eyes. I am still finishing this degree, for the umpteenth time. BUT I do own a business that I spend most of the hours of the day working on. So my 20s have brought me motherhood and a business. I'm cool with that. The next two years need to slow way down and bring more successes to keep me cool on Jan. 24, 2011 though.
Wait if 30 is the new 20, I just get to do this all again. No need to worry, this is just my test run! I really take that to mean this is my guess, check and revise. Which I am thankful for. They say you don't get a second chance at life, but maybe you do at the post teen years. I have learned so much in these past 8 years. I have done many things I'm not proud of, and I have lived through some tough lessons. I feel accomplished in that regard. So the chance to do this over is exciting. Come on 30s I'm ready. Plus 40 is the new 30, so here's another opportunity for rebirth, lol. This is kind of the definition of don't sweat the small stuff or this too shall pass. 20s are designed to be all about growth. 30s are the beginning of applying knowledge. 40s are the years of realization. 50s are the years of learning to let go. 60s + are the years of appreciation. Or at least that's my take on things. My plan is to live life loud for many seasons to come. I'll just have to update this accordingly.