The Hardest Part of Your 20's

June 07, 2018

A friend asked on Facebook today, "What's the hardest part about being in your 20's?"

There have been a lot of trials in the last three years of my life, but I didn't have to think long. I quickly commented, "You are in a neverending in-between."
I touched on this a little a few posts back, but I don't really have a home anymore. Texas isn't home. Utah isn't home. Nowhere quite feels like I belong.
Not only that, I still feel like I'm a kid most of the time. I get cranky easily. I just want to take naps. I have no self control when it comes to ordering Chip cookies. I still call my mom (and now mother-in-laws) crying when I'm upset. I don't wear make-up most of the time. I ignore phone calls and say "horse" every time I drive by a horse.
But I have a college degree. I'm freaking marriedI have a big-girl job with benefits. Before we got married, I even lived alone (highly recommend). I have a cat son. I like to buy furniture and talk about feminism.


When you're in your 20's, you're not a kid anymore, but you're not an adult. 

I'm playing literal dress-up every day when I go to work, because you betcha the second I come home I'm changing into shorts. I pay bills and carry stamps on my person and watch PG-13 movies (oooh, rebel). But I still get confused for a 17-year old a few times a month. I sit criss-cross-applesauce in my desk chair at work (real professional, McKay). I have acne on my face but my back hurts like an old lady's.

Being 20-something is hard. But I guess the good thing is that since you are in this neverending in-between, you get to chase your dreams. Everything in front of you is unknown. It's wide open and yours for the taking. So buy that cute fat cat. Sit criss-cross-applesauce. Live your dang life.

Yours truly,
McKay

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