I’m 24 years old and I really like the sound of it. It sounds quite chic and somewhat intimidating. Like, yes I’m 24 now and what the hell has that got to do with you? I feel very okay with being deep into my twenties. I’m a true twenty something gal, and I’m feeling it.
Is this where I thought I would be at this age? Absolutely not. To be honest, I can’t actually remember what I thought I would be doing. Maybe married. Definitely with some high-flying career and I would more than likely have my own house and mortgage. In this day and age, it’s completely normal to have all of this and to have none of it at all. We’re in a bizarre limbo where you either have it or you don’t. Maybe you have some of it. Maybe you don’t realise you’re in the career you always wanted but look! You’ve done it! Go you!
I spoke to my mum about this (as you do in times of need). She was married at 19 years old and had me at 24. Imagine if I was responsible for a tiny human? I can’t even cross a road. And while sometimes I can think ‘when is the right time to do this stuff?’ because for me, it ain’t any time soon but that’s fine. Moreover, my mum didn’t discover and get her dream job until she was in her forties (don’t worry, Mam, I won’t tell the internet your age). Does she regret anything she’s ever done? Of course not. My mum is legit incredible at her job – she’s a pro seller. She could sell ice to the North Pole, bibles to the church etc. She worked her way up to a job she may not have considered 20 years earlier, but she’s here now and she loves it.
On the other hand, my dad always knew what he wanted to do and he’s been doing that job ever since I can remember.
There are loads of completely different ways to get the life you want and they all show that you get there in the end. Whether you knew that’s what you wanted or not.
Like I said, there are two ends of the spectrum of growing up in your twenties. There are the people who have bought the house, engaged or married, have children and/ or their ideal job, and then there are the people who are still finding their feet. Both totally fine and healthy, and are subject to every single persons situations. Whatever. However, I fear there is still a stigma around the latter. At my age, I’m completely fine with not owning a house yet. I cannot afford that and I’m not in a position to do that yet. I’m not okay with surprised looks, raised eyebrows and patronised tones of those who question what you’re going to do with your life. Because who even really knows? Somebody could have their dream job and married to their childhood sweetheart, and one day wake up and move to Australia or Japan, or wherever, to start again. I’m okay with not having a plan if everyone else is okay with it too. And before you think ‘but Beth – don’t worry about what other people say. You do you, babe!’ which is correct, it is near impossible to not panic when someone asks you ‘So what are you up to these days?’ I’m okay with the answer but some people aren’t okay with hearing it.
Public announcement: it’s kinda rude to make someone feel uncomfortable with being okay with not having it all.
I’m 24 years old and I really like the sound of it. I like the sound of 25 as well. And 26 for that matter. I’m completely chilled about getting older. Now can we please get rid of this idea that we have to be adults too? I’m not okay with that!