Let’s clarify one thing: I have no desire to relive my early twenties. The idea of returning to that time—filled with immaturity, low self-esteem, unpaid bills, poor relationship choices, relentless hangovers, and the anxiety of never finding the right partner or achieving my writing dreams—is less than appealing.
Yet, I find myself feeling a bit nostalgic. Despite my life turning out well—better than I had anticipated—I can’t help but wonder if the best moments are already behind me. After all, I did have my fair share of fun.
Life is now more settled. I have a respectable career, a loving partner, and two wonderful children. My home features a stylish kitchen and a quirky dog. However, several realities weigh on my mind:
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The thought of my upcoming high school reunion is unsettling. Thirty years have passed? It’s not just the images of my younger peers that haunt me; it’s the realization of how much time has flown. The bands I loved are now considered classics, and styles from my youth are making comebacks. Thank goodness I graduated long before social media made documenting every cringe-worthy moment mandatory.
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I recently joined Twitter because my editor insisted I do so. It seems everyone now feels the need to curate an audience. Why are we so obsessed with followers, many of whom are complete strangers? Facebook can at least be seen as a platform for sharing with “friends.” Twitter, on the other hand, feels like an overwhelming quest for validation, where being “favorited” or retweeted can feel more degrading than uplifting. It leaves me feeling old and out of touch. #IDon’tLikeTwitter
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I find myself watching shows like “Young & Free” and feeling a twinge of jealousy. Am I the only woman in my forties who watches this series with mixed emotions? While it’s easy to roll my eyes at the characters, I can’t help but envy their carefree lives and the mistakes they make without significant consequences. My own youth in the city feels like a distant memory.
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I have a soft spot for YA novels and often indulge in reading them. It’s a peculiar situation when my precocious daughter, who devours books meant for older readers, and I end up fighting over the same dog-eared copy of a popular novel—only for me to be the one left in tears at the end. Her response? “It’s not that sad, Mom.” As if to say, “Time to grow up!”
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I have secret stashes of childhood candies hidden in my kitchen. I joke with my spouse—who is a devoted fan of classic television—that I’m channeling a character known for her hidden sweet treats. Despite leading a generally healthy lifestyle, I still indulge in sugary delights just like I did as a child. Candy remains my guilty pleasure, regardless of my adult status.
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I regret not recognizing my potential in my twenties. It’s only now that I see how much influence I could have had as a younger woman in the media industry. Why did I allow myself to feel insecure? Why did I put so much effort into being polite?
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I have started snoring like a freight train. My grandmother was infamous for her loud sleeping sounds, and I foolishly thought my commitment to fitness would spare me from this fate. My partner has had to wake me multiple times due to my thunderous snores, and it’s clear I can no longer deny that I’ve entered a new phase of life.
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In summary, the transition into adulthood can be marked by unexpected realizations and challenges. While the nostalgia for youth can be strong, it also reminds us of the growth and life experiences that shape who we are today.