Your Twenties are for Wasting Time

There are nights that spark my love for my life. The ones that are spent in the moonlight with little reminders that life is full of magic and beauty. 

I was reminded that this is the last summer of my twenties. I will never be 29, deeply in love, well-traveled, living in a foreign country, and experiencing the sands of summer slipping away from me. I will never experience another summer in my twenties. 

I don't believe my life is going to end when I turn 30. In fact, I'm working hard to believe that my thirties will be an even better decade than my twenties, but there is something to watching yourself age that is unsettling. If my twenties were for wasting time and finding myself, what will my thirties be for? Who writes songs about being in your thirties? Where is the romanticization of growing older? What if I still don't know who I am or what I want in my life? 

I want to start romanticizing my life. My twenties were hard, but they were also absolutely breathtakingly fucking beautiful in ways I'm just now starting to appreciate. I can look back and wish I had taken more risks or done more stupid things, but I can take risks and make silly decisions in my thirties too.

My life doesn't end with 29.

But I want to appreciate this moment. This beautiful crisp summer night on the cusp of autumn. The beautiful Alsacian tea I bought in France in my favorite mug. Good music that makes me fall in love with life and moonlight that inspires me.

This is what life can and should be. Maybe every decade can be for wasting time on the things that make life meaningful.