Entering the Late 20s
by Jane Moneypenny
“I got married when I was 28.” – my mother
The late 20s came suddenly. I was holding onto 27 as mid-20s, but apparently once you reach 28, “mid” can no longer be used. For the first time, I took a hand in actively doing something for myself and celebrated the turn in wonderful Barcelona.
Barcelona filled my heart with reminders of why I love Europe: Being awestruck in the presence of Gaudi architecture, smelling the ocean as I ate fresh seafood paella, yelling with the crowds during the Barca-R.Madrid game and not worrying about rushing through life, but really enjoying it. That is the beauty of traveling for me.
After I returned, my rent increased and I was given the option to lock down the price for 2 years. What was more startling was the realization that I’ll be 30 then. Will I still be doing the same thing in 2013? Living life at full speed?
I regularly read a great blog, Zen Habits; the writer recently urned 38 and wrote a great piece on 38 things he’s learned. Given that, what do I wish for my 28th year? More travels, of course. But more than anything, I hope to remember life is lived in moments. I’ve never believed that happiness is a destination, but rather the side effect of the journey. It’s time to slow down and not rush through life as if it’s a race. Linger in the relaxation. Savor the quietness. Stop putting up with the bullshit of the people that are bad for me.
And for goodness sake, win the lottery so I can travel the world and eat everything!