My dear twenties,
In seven days I will celebrate the start of my last year with you. 29. My farewell year to a decade well spent. I’ll have you know I’ve liked you a lot more than the teens. You are the decade that got rid of acne, gave me a job that didn’t come with an apron, and taught me how to spread my wings and fly away from home. You introduced me to love, turned me into a bride, and washed away the insecurities of adolescence with the affection of a man I never deserved.
You are the decade of burnt dinners, tiny apartments, and tender beginnings. The decade that laid a little body into my arms and in one swift moment made me a mother for life. Where adolescence taught me to be strong because I have not, you taught me to be strong because I have. You tutored me with kindness instead of pain. With blessings that made me ache to be better than I am. No matter what the future brings, I will remember you as the decade that gave me the gifts that would come to define my life and my legacy.
My dear twenties, you have been merciful to me. A decade of joy, lavish with grace. I used to view you as the ticking-clock decade, the race-to-the-deadline decade…in which case I would have just one more year to run a marathon, write a novel, and finish having children! But I know better now. Your goal has never been for me to gather accomplishments and pin them to my chest before I’m thirty. Because you are not the finish line, but the starting line. If childhood and adolescence is the “ready” and “set,” you are the gunshot decade that gives us a swift kick in the pants and tells us to “Go!” Take your life and your blessings, and live! Put wings to your dreams, and courage to your feet, and don’t be so afraid to stumble along the way. Thank you, dear twenties. I look forward to one last year with you!
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