My last birthday was the big 2-5, and I can definitely say that, so far, the first five years of my twenties have probably taught me more than the previous twenty combined. Maybe not more facts and figures like you learn in school, maybe not more about human nature (my waiting tables stint helped out plenty with that), but absolutely more about myself and about true love and about what matters.
During the first five years of my 20’s, I broke up with a boyfriend I really loved but knew wasn’t right for me. Two days later I met my husband. I learned that you won’t attract what you want and need until you make room for it. When you make room for it, and live your life in such a way as to attract it, it will come. (more on that here.)
During the first five years of my 20’s, I got married, moved to a new city, and started up Story of My Life. I learned that following your passions is essential to a fulfilling life. A silly little passion for blogging turned into a passion for photography, and both combined are turning into something even greater, that I’m still watching unfold. I learned that you have to give yourself a little time to explore those passions, even if they seem trivial to everyone else.
During the first five years of my twenties, I learned a lot about what it means to love someone, for better or for worse. My husband and I have already been through a ton together, and we have learned to take our vows seriously, and do what it takes to make love last when things get REAL. It involves sacrifice. Being intelligent about what you say and how you act and what you do (or don’t do) for each other. I learned why they say marriage is work, but it’s work that I love.
During the first five years of my twenties, I watched someone I love die. I watched as cancer ate away at my step dad’s physical body over a span of several years, and ultimately, I watched as it claimed his last breath. What was stunning to me, though, and where I learned the most, was the way that cancer couldn’t take his spirit. Couldn’t take the love between him and my mom. I learned that some things that wither up and kill and take away, cause other things grow, like love and dignity and courage. It’s not just true for diseases, but for all the trials in our life. The old Robert Browning Hamilton poem says is best: “I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chatted all the way; But left me none the wiser, For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow, And ne’er a word said she; But, oh! The things I learned from her, When sorrow walked with me.”
Didn’t mean to get all heavy on you guys, but Sarah should know better than to ask me such a loaded question! 😛 Thanks so much for having me!!
*Photos above by Brittney Squire Photography.