This weekend marks the official time when I can definitely no longer refer to myself as being in my mid-twenties. It is even debatable whether one can get away with that as a 27-year-old. After the illustrious 21st birthday, there seems to be an undercurrent of dread among women as they get older. “Don’t remind me how OLD I am getting,” “I can’t believe I am almost 30,” “Wait until you turn 40- it’s all downhill” and so on and so on.
I, on the other hand, have come to embrace aging. Which is easy for me to say, as I am still very young at *almost* 28. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more comfortable with myself and have realized what truly matters. What I mean is that I know what makes me happy and what does not. I don’t think twice about declining offers that don’t appeal to me. I don’t waste my time on relationships that are toxic or superficial. I treat my body properly and don’t commit to things if I don’t have the time or inclination. This may sound selfish but ultimately, one has to do what is best for them and those they care for. Time is a valuable resource and I want to spend mine doing things that is good for my mind, body and soul. For me, that means (in no particular order): spending time with my family and friends, running, practicing yoga, working on my career, reading and playing with my pup, to name a few. What priorities do you direct/want to direct your energies to?
I’m not sure how old I was when I came to this realization, that being that if I do what makes me happy, I will in turn be a better person to be around. Probably some time during law school where there was pressure to go out and drink and party like we were all still in college. Quite frankly, I was over that scene. There is definitely a time and place for it (college roommate reunion this weekend, perhaps?) but to me, it is played out.
Whereas during my younger years I would have given in and gone out because it was the “cool” thing to do, at some point I became comfortable with my own company. A prime example of this that sticks out in my mind happened right after the bar exam. “Everyone” was going out to celebrate at the bars. I was exhausted and just wanted to curl up with the new Harry Potter book that had been staring at me since its arrival midway through the bar studying season (July 2007 sooo the last book!). Before, I would have just sucked it up and went out, not really enjoying myself. Instead, I told my friends to have fun and happily went home to curl up on the couch with HP all night. This may sound anti-social, and I’m cognizant of that. I also know that anti-social is something that I am not. I still think about that insignificant choice and smile; I had taken the most grueling exam of my life and all I wanted to do was read. So read I did.
I guess my point is to do what makes you happy. It isn’t selfish. Know that who you are enough and that your own company is enough. If you want to go read a Harry Potter book while everyone else is partying, do it.
What are your thoughts on aging?
This post went in a totally different direction than I intended. I originally set out to focus on all of the wonderful (and some not so wonderful) things my twenty-seventh year has brought me. Anyway. The last year of my mid-twenties was nothing short of amazing. 27 meant:
- My first 5k and the start of a love affair with running and racing
- The beginning of my yoga practice
- Hot yoga!
- Running numerous races with my husband (then-fiance)
- News that my soon to be husband was deploying to Afghanistan
- An amazing honeymoon in Hawaii
- My first Boilermaker experience
- The experience of teaching CLE (continuing legal education) courses, which was scary, exciting and fun
- Lastly, and most importantly, 27 came with a marriage to the kindest and most wonderful husband I could ever ask for
What will 28 bring?
- A permanent reunion with my husband 😀
- My first half-marathon
- My first marathon?
- The barefoot running experience:
Bailey isn’t sure what he thinks of them.
Hello, late twenties. I can’t wait to see what you have to offer.