Are y’all ready for this? I know, I know, you cannot handle another thing. You’re invariably bombarded with new information, articles, blogs, podcasts, and self-help works that promise a much-needed buoy thrown out in the tumultuous sea that is life as young adults. I. Get. It. You can’t take any more advice!
Well, try this on for size.
It’s gonna get better, y’all. I promise.
That’s it. That’s the jest. I wanted to go ahead and pass with that straight outta the gate. I know you’re needing a little affirmation, and not just a positivity, bubblegum wrapper, spurring mention was endeavouring to make you feel like you’re not drowning. Cause let’s face it. You’re drowning. But it won’t always be this way. That’s all I’m trying to say.
This past week my husband heard a song he liked on the radio, and naturally he pulled up the group later on YouTube so we could enjoy it together. As we listened to a couple of their jam-packs together( enjoying the audio because it voiced like something from the nineties) the words to one of the songs put out to me. The young, lead singer, who looked to be perhaps twenty-two, sang about his desire to take life back to when it was simple. He crooned about bedtime narrations and running outside, long summers and swimming the working day. I feel the claim of the tune included the words “stressed out, ” and as he sang about get up early to manufacture more money, I spoke out loud to the lad.
I said, “Just wait until you’re forty, person. It will be simple again, then.”
My husband chortled, “no doubt, ” he replied.
And that’s the truth of it my dear, young, stressed out friend. A fantastical situation “il happen to” you, and though you can’t fathom it now, I predict it’s coming. If you’ve been through a human proliferation and change direction you may remember understand better Erickson’s Stages of Development, but even if you haven’t, that’s cool because it’s even better than anything ole Eric invoked up. Let me try to explain.
In your twenties , you’re trying to figure out who “youre gonna”. You’re learning to be out on your own, repay invoices, perhaps further your education. You’re working hard, with what sometimes may seem like little payout, and you’re many times struggling to make ends meet. You find yourself desiring a certain place in life, and what I signify by that is the place where you imagine your serenity will find information. You long for more, and “youve had” certain paragons of what will induce those dreams a reality. Nothing incorrect with daydream, brain you, but much of your thought-life and attention is given to this pursuit. The pursuing of happiness.
You’re working to build relationships. Real, adult relationships. You’re finding your people, your tribe. You’re building the grownup version of the high school clique, but with less of the judgment and backstabbing. Lol. You’re shaping lifelong chums, and maybe also looking for lifelong adoration, of the romantic kind.
It’s hard to find your people when you’re still struggling to know who you are. It’s tough to find love when in reality you’re work from it. It’s hard to find healing, trust people with your center, and tear down the fences you built in adolescence. A plenty of young adulthood is talking to one another with only the tip of your manager peeking over that backyard fencing. It’s so much easier to duck back inside with a blanket, work, and loyal pet. Yet still you long for what’s beyond the barrier. Stepping outside is scary.
Your twenties and thirties are expended discovering yourself, and then finding the people like you. It’s a occasion or personal rise, but it’s also still a time of self-doubt. You care a little too much what other people visualize, and even in your thirties as you try and tell yourself to not contribute a poop, you still kinda do. Breaking out of the peer-led box is just as hard as knocking down fences.
And oh, the search for fulfillment. In positions, relationships, figure portrait. Young adulthood is a journey of detection, detecting what induces you happy, and letting turn of what doesn’t. It’s a trek through hills and hollows. It’s finding out that what you thought you craved in life, you start to realize, “eh , not so much.”
It’s a hour of heartbreak.
It’s a occasion of financial struggle.
It’s a time of peace-seeking.
It’s a period of hard knocks.
It’s an adjustment.
And truth be told, it’s a stressful period. I don’t think it has to be, but you usually haven’t figured that out. You remember responsibility claim, bank balance, or owning a home is the epitome of success. More equity equals more joy. More guarantee equals more security. A bigger credit score equals bigger opportunity. It’s a duration of self-focus instead that self-reflection. It’s a lot of endeavouring and very little rest.
It didn’t happen all at once for me, that modulation from stress to simple. It wasn’t like a magic spell, poof, turn forty, become carefree. It kinda slipped in over occasion , nonchalant like, until one day I looked up and realise, this is the happiest I’ve been in my whole life ! em>
I stopped caring what people thought of me. I didn’t tell anyone else’s idea of success pattern my own. I ceased setting myself against others, utilizing their criterion like it was universal or something. I determined armistice in the little things. I smiled about a tiny, lavender flower shooting up through the sidewalk cracks, and I imparted less frowns to how I are likely to be flunking in life. I was able to forgive others and try to walk in their shoes. I stopped being offended by everything! I recognized the world wasn’t about me.
I took off the disguise, trying to be who I expected others wanted me to be. I tore down the fencings, mended my heart, and opened my arms to others who were hurting. I learned to trust adoration, rely God’s plan for my life. I let go of the little things that induced me unnecessary heartbreak, and I accepted the little things that obliged me happy. I opened my eyes to what was important. I realise day is a tricky thing and it zooms by. I decided to enjoy life , not fret over it. I appreciated relations more, financial status less. I received my child’s laughter more of a wealth than the contents of my home. I decided to place value in life over indulgence, people over happens. Bottom line, if it wouldn’t change me for all infinity, I let it go.
I realise it was okay to love myself. It wasn’t pride or overconfidence. I ultimately was assumed that what God thought of me was most important, and I recognized I had been created in perfection by a King. That hit me smile. I somehow welcomed the wrinkles, sagging surface, gray fuzzs, and even the yearn joints. It was all a reflection of a life well lived. I loved every bit, even what the nations of the world called flaws.
And do you know what? Life started to seem simple again. I didn’t long for the way things used to be, but instead I enjoyed each moment as it came. I sold my stress for happiness, realizing that even what wasn’t perfect was still marvelous. I figured out how to see life with its glass half full. For even in a bad situation, I could find the good somewhere. I realized realizing from that inclination was the best vantage point. I didn’t stop dreaming, but I observed each day was worth celebrating since it was all a stepping stone for my next stair there. It wasn’t merely the finish line that mattered, but everything in between.
So, in that line of envisaging, my young adult friends, I will remind you to enjoy the in between. Where you walk now? It won’t ever be situations where stressful. The simple life is just around the bend. The key to getting there is to let go of what’s behind you, press on towards the goal, but never forget to stop and reeked the fragrant buds along the way.
For what it’s worth,
Forty-one& Having Fun