A friend of mine recently turned 25 and said something along the lines of,
“Quarter of a century! How scary!”
To which I responded,
“Girl, don’t EVEN! It only gets better from here!”
She’s not that much younger than me. In fact, she’s only about three years younger but ever since the age of 23, I have felt the difference of each passing year. I’m not sure if it’s going to be like this past 30, but I’m convinced that each year in your 20’s is a significant jump in terms of lessons learned and maturity. In fact, I can hardly even relate to my 25-year old self anymore. If I were to meet my 25-year old self, I would look at her, smile, and fist-bump her. I would tell her,
“Girl, you keep doing what you’re doing. Keep on having fun and enjoying the single life! Now, there’s going to be some craziness next year, but for now, you do you, boo!”
Perhaps I’m going to look back at this and think I’m full of shit and I really haven’t learned a thing, but I really don’t think that’s the case. If anything, I think I’ve grown so much because I’ve made mistakes, learned from them, then decided to do them again…and again…and again…until finally I stopped being so stubborn and stopped trying to do something or be with someone who was clearly wrong for me.
I started thinking about how much I’ve changed over such a short amount of time and what experiences I’ve had. Let’s go back five years, shall we?
Ah yes. This was such a significant year for me because of all the things that happened. I got promoted, finally started being comfortable with my lead position at work, I was with someone I really loved, I bought my first home – I really thought I knew exactly where my life was going. Really, I did. I was convinced that although most people didn’t start knowing who they were until they were in their thirties, I knew who I was at 23. Go me. And then…
My then-boyfriend and I split up at the beginning of the year. It was a good breakup, as far as breakups go, which meant that we got back together shortly after we broke up…and then we broke up again. I didn’t see that one coming at all. Looking back, there were all these signs and red flags that we were not meant for each other, but stubborn person that I was (and still am), I chose to ignore them. To this day I have not felt as much heartache as during that time. Heart break is no joke, man. It felt like someone took my heart and shattered it in slow motion.
I have to say though, that year was also a lot of fun once my heart started to heal. It was the beginning of a fantastic, ultra-single type of life that I most definitely lived to the fullest! Go me!
The next two years was basically a roller coaster of ups and downs as I dated different guys. In fact, during that time I was really starting to fall for this guy who ended up choosing his ex over me. So what did I do? I decided to contact my ex and we started seeing each other again…yeeeeaaah…all my friends just looked at me, dumbfounded, but they knew I had to learn the hard way. Folks, he/she is your ex for a reason. Remember that reason because more than likely, that reason is still there.
And then…HE came into my life and thus The Crazy Period started.
Although I never ever, ever, want to feel that way again, I’m glad for the experience because now I can relate to girls when they say that a guy has made them crazy. It’s true, my friends. They really can cause you to willingly jump in the crazy pit and stay there for an indefinite amount of time. Mine lasted a little over a year…And if you think you’re some exception, you’re wrong. No one is exempt from this. Not saying it happens to everyone, just saying that the possibility is definitely there.
The universe must’ve had plans for me though because even when I still decided to go back to The Man Who Made Me Crazy after the first time I cut things off, the universe made sure that something even bigger happened so that I finally walked away. It hurt. Not as much as the breakup with my ex, but it still made me cry…and I hadn’t cried over a guy since the first time my ex and I broke up.
After I finally crawled out of the crazy pit, I realized that I actually had a lot of things within myself that I needed to fix, guy or no guy. I had a lot of anger and hate inside of me that was essentially poison. It was preventing me from truly being happy. So then I made a conscious effort to let go and forgive because I knew that it wouldn’t do anyone, especially me, any good to keep harboring such negative feelings. Then guess what happened? The universe finally sent me to the east coast and I seriously haven’t been this happy in my life EVER. Letting go has been the best decision I have made thus far.
Five years doesn’t seem like a long time, yet seems like a long time. I was a very different person five years ago and I’m sure I will be a very different person five years from now. Unlike my 23 year old self, I have come to terms with the fact that I am just now getting to know myself and I have no idea what the future brings for me. All I know is that every year is just going to keep getting better.