As person in their early 20s it sometimes seems like life is moving so quickly, and I’m constantly struggling to keep up with the pace of things. Everyone is in a different place. Some of my friends are still in school, some are married, some have the careers they will keep for the rest of their lives, and some are barely scraping by in the service industry.
Do any of us want to be in the places we are? It feels to me that as soon as I begin to feel happy and comfortable somewhere, all I can think about is what my next step will be and how to get there.
I’m starting to realize that I don’t need to know what I’m going to do next all. The. Time. The only reason I feel inclined to know these things is so that I have something to tell nosy family members. I can take my time. I can rest. I can move at my own pace. I have time. The journey, no matter how long, is a part of the process as well and the process can be made up of beautiful and meaningful moments in their own right.