Turning 21

" Maybe it was never about fitting an imaginary timeline..."

I think year 20, will always be one of my favorite years of all times! It is by fare my favorite so far. If I could describe it, I would say it was everything, everywhere, all at once but in the best ways possible. twenty days before I turned twenty, I travelled to my first country outside of my own. I had always wanted to travel at least once out of my country in my teenage years, it had long been a dream of mine and just twenty days before I had permanently exited my teen years, I did it. The universe can sure be funny that way, I had all but given up at that point. Since then I have travelled to four more countries, two of them being outside of my continent, crazy right?



But what is even crazier is actually everything I got to do during those travels! I am honestly so grateful. It is amazing how life can change so fast though, I was dreading turning 20, felt like I was too old but had nothing to show for it and in just a year, I can wait to turn 21. But not because I feel like I fit the imaginary standard of a successful 21 year old or even because I feel like I fit a perfect timeline but because I am proud of how much I grew and even more I am excited to see how much more I will go. 



I read this a while back and I really wanted to share it with you, fellow Gen Z or even millennials, Gen x... It's very easy to put yourself down trying to measure your pace by someone else's timeline, easy to overlook your growth, strength and wisdom. It's important to remember that growth is never linear and there is no objective road to success so be proud of who you are and work towards who you want to be. 

Since this is my first post, I won't bore you with the details but stay tuned! I won't keep you waiting too long.

Ps. If all plays well I will also be publishing ( here or on Wattpad, TBD) my first book on the 28th of this month, my birthday.

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