A Letter to My 20-Year-Old Self

Dear 20-year-old self,

As I enter the final year of my 20s, I find myself thinking about the decade that just went by. It is a decade marked with milestones that will shape the rest of my existence; my education, marriage, motherhood, discovery and rediscovery. That’s right: rediscovery. You thought you had everything figured out by 20, didn’t you? Well, you don’t. As a matter of fact, you won’t have things figured out by the end of this decade either. Who knows if you ever will. But, as I’ve learned, that’s what keeps things interesting. I don’t like the word ‘regrets’ because it means I wish I would have done things differently. My experiences have made me who I am today. There are no regrets, but there are plenty of lessons learned.

1. Ignore the wedding bells
The minute you hold that degree in your hands, you’ll hear a faint murmur among family and friends. As they congratulate you on your accomplishment, they’ll drop names of a few eligible bachelors. Ignore them. Pay no regard to our culture’s obsession with marriage. The murmurs will not go away. As a matter of fact they will grow into full-fledged, heated conversations at the dinner table discussing the ‘right age’ to marry. Stand your ground. Finding a life partner cannot happen on a schedule. Do not seek love; rather, go out and explore the world. Along the way, you may cross paths with someone who shares the same beliefs as you, who makes you a better version of yourself, and, most importantly, truly makes you happy. Marry that person. You may not meet him in your 20s or even your 30s. But, he’ll be worth the wait.

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