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loverofpiggies:
jenroses:
carriepika:
kyleehenke:
kill the idea that being an adult is horrible
getting old and dying is awful, sure, but before that even happens there’s like a good 50-60 years of your life you’re dismissing that will be spent creating and doing and accomplishing and growing and becoming who you really are
kill the idea that life ends after 30. you’re only just beginning.
Dude. My life didn’t even really BEGIN until I was around 30. It took that long for me to get over all the anxiety and stress and bullshit expectations SHOVED onto me by OTHER PEOPLE enough to where I could actually start discovering who I really am.
You know how people talk about ‘mid life crisis’? Most of the time, THIS is what it is. Finally realizing that all the things you’ve done in your desperate attempt to be a ‘proper adult’ were all things forced upon you by your family/friends/peers. And, most importantly, that you don’t have to listen to them or any of that. That life is yours to discover and learn. Some people are lucky enough to have it before they hit 30. Some people don’t have this epiphany until they’re over 50.
Life doesn’t end at 30. Many times, 30 will be the breaking point. And you’ll finally free yourself of a lot of the crap expectations other people had of you. I was 32 years old when I finally said ‘fuck it’ and bleached the streak in my hair and dyed it in rainbow stripes. It was the first step in a lot of steps that have freed me and left me living life much more the way I always wanted to and I’ve been SO much happier. I’ve been discovering who I really am and it’s -fantastic-.
Being an adult isn’t what you think it is. It’s going to be difficult, yes, but I promise it’s not as bad as it seems. Going through the transition to adult is WAY harder than actually BEING an adult. Take it from an adult who thought she’d never figure her shit out. ♥
I danced around singing, “I’m so glad I’m not in my 20s anymore!” on my 30th birthday.
The less I worry about how I look and who I please the happier and more productive I am.
Dude as someone who’s 27 and got OVER a ton of that shit? Hell yes.
This post is amazing.
loverofpiggies:
jenroses:
carriepika:
kyleehenke:
kill the idea that being an adult is horrible
getting old and dying is awful, sure, but before that even happens there’s like a good 50-60 years of your life you’re dismissing that will be spent creating and doing and accomplishing and growing and becoming who you really are
kill the idea that life ends after 30. you’re only just beginning.
Dude. My life didn’t even really BEGIN until I was around 30. It took that long for me to get over all the anxiety and stress and bullshit expectations SHOVED onto me by OTHER PEOPLE enough to where I could actually start discovering who I really am.
You know how people talk about ‘mid life crisis’? Most of the time, THIS is what it is. Finally realizing that all the things you’ve done in your desperate attempt to be a ‘proper adult’ were all things forced upon you by your family/friends/peers. And, most importantly, that you don’t have to listen to them or any of that. That life is yours to discover and learn. Some people are lucky enough to have it before they hit 30. Some people don’t have this epiphany until they’re over 50.
Life doesn’t end at 30. Many times, 30 will be the breaking point. And you’ll finally free yourself of a lot of the crap expectations other people had of you. I was 32 years old when I finally said ‘fuck it’ and bleached the streak in my hair and dyed it in rainbow stripes. It was the first step in a lot of steps that have freed me and left me living life much more the way I always wanted to and I’ve been SO much happier. I’ve been discovering who I really am and it’s -fantastic-.
Being an adult isn’t what you think it is. It’s going to be difficult, yes, but I promise it’s not as bad as it seems. Going through the transition to adult is WAY harder than actually BEING an adult. Take it from an adult who thought she’d never figure her shit out. ♥
I danced around singing, “I’m so glad I’m not in my 20s anymore!” on my 30th birthday.
The less I worry about how I look and who I please the happier and more productive I am.
Dude as someone who’s 27 and got OVER a ton of that shit? Hell yes.
This post is amazing.
