20Something and Dancing in the Rain

Two years ago when I heard Jay proclaim that 30 was the new 20, I remember thinking to myself, Does that make 20 the new 10? Here I currently stand, looking 25 square in the face and I have come to the conclusion that dude was probably right. 20 is the new 10, which would put me at precisely 15.  Given the confusion, anguish, and drama that can accompany the transition into adult life, looking at the 20something years as a repeat of adolescence seems right on target.  Often I feel just as lost in the proverbial sauce as I did when I was 15.  The difference is that this sauce seems a lot thicker and therefore far more difficult to navigate through.

I won’t totally discredit myself by saying that I know absolutely nothing about life.  I think as far as wisdom goes, I’m pretty much on target for a 24 year old.  A problem that I’ve had in the past, however, is judging myself too harshly when I make mistakes.  As if one wrong turn right now could royally screw up my entire future, so I’d better do the “right” thing.  Yeah, that’s a great way to eliminate anxiety, right? Lol.

Basically, I have come to the conclusion that in the grand scheme of things, I’m a baby who still has much to learn about life.   And you know what?  For now, that’s cool.  Because I also have the luxury of time.  I have time to figure myself out and develop a way of life that is going to work for me.  I have time to recover from mistakes.  I have time to see my goals accomplished and my dreams made a reality.  So I need to ease up on myself a little bit.  The truth is that I have come so far, and I should be proud of that.  But, I’ve still got so far to go.  Thank God I still have time to get there.

In the meantime and in between time, I can’t do anything but live this life one day at a time and learn how to make the most of whatever situation I may find myself in.  I read a quote once that said “Life is not about waiting out the storm.  It’s about learning how to dance in the rain.”  Excuse me while I load up my iPod with a soundtrack to keep me boogeying right on into my thirties.