When you’re in high school, everyone tells you to “cherish the moment, don’t wish it away”or “these are some of the best years of your life.”
That’s fine and dandy, because, yes, those moments are times in our life when we will look back and sweetly reminisce on. Then, you head off to college and the four year minute becomes the new “best years of your life.”
THESE ARE ALSO THE FOUR YEARS WHERE YOU WISH YOU WERE FIVE AGAIN AND THE ONLY DECISION YOU HAD TO MAKE WAS WHAT COLOR CRAYON TO USE. AM I RIGHT, OR AM I RIGHT?
During that time frame though, you hit your twenties. Ah, the famous twenties; the true “best years of your life.” At least that seems to be what we are told. Maybe it’s just me, but I feel as if since the day I turned 20, I have constantly been told how these ten years are supposed to be the absolute best of my life; the years where I will travel, go on intriguing adventures, make the greatest memories, pursue every major dream I’ve had.
The expectation that’s been pushed before me for these ten years are all about:
Me, Myself and I.
Not that I don’t doubt that the twenties will be some of my most cherished years simply because there were so many milestone memories in them; graduating college, marrying my best friend, buying a house, becoming a mother and much more I’m sure to come. That being said, because many of my milestone memories seem what people my age refer to as “adultish,” people my age seem to look at me through a pity type of lens, feeling as if I’m missing out on what twenty year olds “should” be doing.
No, I won’t be doing any exciting traveling this summer, cliff jumping into the lake or making an epic road trip on my birthday.
Yes, I am 9 months pregnant and limited to what I can do, but pregnancy itself is truly an adventure.
Although they meant no harm with their comment, I had someone say to me the other day:
“ENJOY YOUR TIME WHILE YOU CAN, ONCE BABY GETS HERE, YOUR LIFE WILL BE PRETTY MUCH OVER.”
My life isn’t just beginning by any means, but I can easily say upon the arrival of my little one, my life will surely not be over. I turn 23 this Friday. Like I said, I’ll be 2 weeks away from bringing our baby into the world, so no super crazy, fun adventure for me. My idea of fun these days are walks downtown, eating snow cones and Netflix. My birthday will likely be spent eating fairly local at a place of my choice and catching a movie.
Just weeks before Wes and I found out we were expecting, we had been talking (quite seriously) about a trip overseas to Rome, or somewhere else we both had always wanted to go, which we would have been taking this year as a one year anniversary celebration.
Obviously the trip was put on hold, but don’t think for a second that we won’t still travel to new countries, try countless new things or still pursue the dreams we have right now. We already have discussed all the adventures we are going to take, in our twenties, our thirties and our forties, (God willing) WITH our baby(s).
Although life wasn’t easy and they made major sacrifices, after having me at 18, the plans my parents had for themselves during their 20’s wasn’t quite what they expected, but they still made my childhood, as well as their own lives, quite memorable with numerous traveling adventures to some very interesting places.
I’m not saying the twenties won’t be thebest years of your life, or that you shouldn’t use this time of life to pursue your passions, travel, etc. What I would like to encourage is to simply not write them off as the “best years of your life” and to not compare your life and the milestones and memories you are making, to those around you or to the pictures and posts you see in the media.
We are constantly being told the expectations we should have for our years, whether they be 20’s, 30’s, 40’s or even 70’s. We are shown extravagent pictures of adventures others our age are taking and made to feel as if we are doing something wrong with our lives if they aren’t as exciting as those pictures look. We are forced to believe that the moment we are in, is never the best moment of our life, because we are constantly told that the next big event/chapter in our life will be the best.
In all reality though, what if you never see tomorrow?
What if 23 is all you make it to? 33? 43?
I’m convinced that this year, this month, this day, this moment is the best of my life. We all have our own story to tell, experiences to share and memories to reminisce on. They all take place at different times in our life and that is perfectly okay.
So enjoy today. Enjoy your age. Enjoy the moment you are in, with the people who surround you in the location you’ve been placed. It might not be the best year of your life, but it might be the best moment you’re in.