There were instances this week that affirmed the fact that I wasn’t getting any younger. I don’t feel old in any way of course, but I think it’s becoming quite apparent that I’m no longer the same starry-eyed fresh graduate exploring the great unknown that is the real world. Far from it! I’d like to think I’m way smarter now than I was before, given that I’m well-equipped with almost 7 years’ worth of life experiences. Time changes people–and contrary to popular belief, it doesn’t change you into a pessimistic and sad grouch. I actually prefer the term “careful” and “discerning” and though I would never deny the fact that there are a few things I would want to “un-know” just to claim a bit of my childhood innocence back, I like where I’m at now and I wouldn’t trade it in for anything.
To the melancholic mid-twenties people out there reading my blog, let me tell you this: “It gets better and better!” But it goes without saying that I perfectly understand your apprehensions. I’ve been there. And just like me, you’ll get past it too. I know it might seem like my life is going smoothly and it is because I prefer to look at the cup half-full most of the time, but don’t ever think I don’t experience challenges because I do… every single day of my life. I am, after all, human as well.
When I got out of college, I was excited to start a whole new chapter of my life–I was ready to brave it out for the sake of independence and you know what? I accomplished it. I had to go through hell and high water to get to where I am now; there were points in my early twenties where I wanted to stop aging and crawl back to my University’s gates, begging them to take me in again so I can just bask in the land of readings and lectures. As soon as I got over my desire to go back to college via a time machine of some sorts, I went into a stage of steady contentment until I met my mid-life crisis and then suddenly I craved for “fulfillment.” The worst feeling ever–more than rejection, I believe, is being suspended in a state of uncertainty where you tend to question your goals, your achievements, your path, your worth, and your future. At this point, you have two options: the first is to carry on and ride the wave, or you can do something drastic to shake things up.
I did the latter. Of course, when you take certain risks, you have to weigh pros & cons (like a SWOT analyis, yes). Your choice(s) can either be beneficial or detrimental depending on how you gauge it. Mostly, I feel like the risk gave me a huge pay-off but of course, there are some days when I would question if everything is still worth it. That’s normal.
Today, I am writing to say that it’s okay… everything will be okay. At the end of the day, all you have to do is sit down and take a breather. e all have to grow up at some point and that is the harsh reality; it’s not a bad thing per se, it is something you make the most out of.
Here’s a photo set of an outfit that’s proof that I’m somewhat embracing my age–I’ve noticed little by little the past 2 years that I am drawn to ensembles that are classic and cohesive. I used to be experimental before, I’d like to think I still am despite the dwindling posts that show off my belly or my thighs, but I’m also a bit safer now… probably because I have too much pre-conceived notions and faux pas experiences I would never want to rel-ive. I like my style now, I think I’ve found the me that I want to be and there’s no way to go but up!