Updated: July 2, 2020
Originally Published: Aug. 25, 2015
Back in my early twenties, life felt like an endless rollercoaster ride. My biggest worries? Psychology midterms and whether my favorite outfit made me look like a 90s pop star. But what is it about the vast unknown of the future that sends us into a panic? My lack of direction churned my stomach with anxiety, making each decision feel monumental.
Now, when I look back at that time, I can’t help but chuckle. I was so lost! Sure, I still feel the weight of stress, but it’s a different kind—one that’s more manageable and lacking the drama of my youth. Nowadays, I’m more terrified of TikTok trends, kale smoothies, and the latest celebrity gossip than any exam. Oh, and let’s not forget about the political circus that is social media.
At some point, every woman experiences a transformative shift—a moment of clarity where self-awareness blossoms and we become more comfortable in our own skin. Eventually, we find a sense of balance, ready to embrace the future’s uncertainties with open arms.
Fast forward to now, and I’m a mother of two, managing bills and whipping up meals that are, let’s say, “adequate.” Surprisingly, I’ve discovered a deep sense of contentment. I’ve come to terms with my imperfections and the fact that my metabolism is not what it used to be. I’ve learned that a good night’s sleep beats a wild night out, leaving me with fewer wrinkles and headaches.
I now appreciate the little things: fiber, SPF 50, and the thrill of a good flea market find. I can talk housing market trends like a pro and know where to find the best deals, including those fantastic buy one, get one free offers.
I’m genuinely happy with my life, even if it might seem boring to others. I don’t need validation from trendy folks or influencers. I’ve got a fulfilling career, a wonderfully chaotic family, and I can mix a mean margarita.
If I could magically travel back to that tiny studio apartment, I’d tell that young woman fretting over her wardrobe to just chill out. Seriously, just breathe. No one will remember what boring tank top you wore to which bar, and nobody cares how many times you switched your major or how passionately you defended your love for that one hit wonder.
I’d gently remind her that the stress of midterms is nothing compared to the challenge of getting a toddler to eat their veggies. I’d encourage her to stop worrying about pleasing everyone and to embrace her own voice without apology. Life won’t unfold as she imagines, but it will be so much richer than she ever dreamed.
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In summary, life gets better with age, and it’s okay to let go of the little things that once seemed so significant.