When I was in my early twenties, I thought by the time I was 25 I would have so much figured out. I’d have a degree, a full time job, a dog and I’d be working towards paying off my student loans and getting a down payment for a house. Now I’m just about 26 and I still have two years left in my undergrad degree (thanks indecisive 23 year old me), and I am not even close to being able to get a dog or getting a full time job.
There are times that it feels like I’m behind – so many people that I graduated with are “further ahead” in the life check list. Kids, pets, done university, a house, full time job, etc etc. Hell, there are people who are five years younger than me that have graduated. It is really hard.
I am impatient to move on to the next “stage” of my life. I’m tired of being poor, even though I love being a student. Learning is such a treasure and I am so grateful that I can do it, even if my student loans are terrifying. But I’m ready to settle down, as it were – to have a place that Dylan and I can call our own, somewhere that I’m proud to have people come over to…instead of full of furniture that others discarded. I want to be able to afford to go on dates, to take day trips…and I know that once I graduate it’s not going to be a magic fix for money. It will be a long path to financial security, if there even is such a thing. But I’ve been on this path for so long that I’m ready to turn a corner onto a new one. Whether that means graduate school (which is looking more and more appealing right now…but I think I’ll save that for another post) or a job, I don’t know. But I am so ready for undergrad to be over.
And yet… I need to keep reminding myself that there is no race, there is no life check list. I mean…I don’t even want kids (at least at this point in my life), so why am I comparing myself to people that do? Why am I comparing myself at all? It’s so silly.
So here is your reminder, just in case you need it: you are own your own journey. If we’re doing a traveling metaphor here…it’s your own path to create. As my husband likes to tell me: you got dis.