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Life after 25: Unscripted

After 25, everything is fast-paced, even when it feels like a slow day, you look at your calendar and it's a new month, quarter, or year. In one of my past blogs, I wrote about how once upon a time (time, time, time... never end) lol, I thought I'd be married, graduated, driving, and all that by 25. Well, I met 29-year-old me this year, and let's just say eish eish mwe 😅. Don't get me wrong, for where I am now? I'm in a really good space. If anything, I actually feel this age, and going forward is definitely when marriage would make sense. Because looking back at 25-year-old me? I was still young in so many aspects of my life, and it was actually the age I hit a reboot in my life. I started to piece myself together, more intentional about who I am, who I want to be, where I want to go in this life thing... all this with a side of me happily twerking to "Up by Cardi B" in the club on a good weekend.

Reminiscing on this actually makes me realize that's low-key the dream we should be selling kids, that living, laughing, dancing are just as much parts of growth as school, prayer, etc. Somehow, society convinced us being "unmarried" or "not a graduate" by a certain age meant there's a problem. No regard to the fact that everyone's journey is different, others struggle more than others, and simply because life has more to give. Where I am now? I'm more sane and sound than I was at 25, I'm actually happier, more comfortable with parts of my body that I didn't like growing up and was insecure about, I have a job I love, and I call my mother less when I have big people problems (this is big!). I love where I am now, the growth is more wholesome, I love seeing friends from the different seasons of my life doing different things (marriage, parenting, traveling), I love wearing my Catholic women's attire on some Sundays, I love expressing my love for people through food, I'll cook or bake for you if you visited me. 

I may not live the 25 dream, but I am happy with this little life. It's mine, my lane, my pace, my time. I've rambled a lot in this letter, but I guess what I'm trying to say is, we should be honest with our younger ones and with ourselves about life in the late 20s, about the pressure of society, and how you set your tone, your goals, and most importantly, it's okay to start over.

 Lots of love ❤️, thank you for reading 💞.

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