I’m finding my twenties to be a dynamic, transitional, and often confusing time. You see, we’re floating along in a social purgatory between being “the kid” and “the adult” in a situation, the distinction usually being determined by whom we’re dealing with and our relative level of laziness. To those in college, we’re too old to be doing just about everything fun. To “adults,” we’re inexperienced, too unwrinkled for our own good, and not on their level in work or, really, life.
So, what’s a twenty-something to do? My friend Jess and I have boiled it down to needing to be a Productive Member of Society, meaning that you make your own money, show up when you should within five minutes of when you said you would, treat others with respect, stop partying with the college kids and interns, and take responsibility for your actions. It’s pretty much the nicer way of saying that you can have fun, but you need to act like a “grown-a** woman.”
Maybe our twenties are a blessing. We have license to shift between life stages at will, but while using the knowledge and skills we’ve learning by getting to this age (alive).