Today’s post was a bit more challenging to write than I intentionally thought it would be. When I decided that I wanted to share 27 lessons I’ve learned in 27 years, I thought the ideas would just pour out, but they didn’t. I so wish I was living such a profounding life that my knowledge and growth just seeped out, but let’s face it, I’m still learning. So in honor of turning 27 on Friday, I’m sharing with you a reflection of the lessons I’ve learned and still currently learning over the past 27 years.
Lessons Learned in 27 Years:
I’m still learning to pick and choose the battles I want to fight. I’m still learning how to control my anger. Communicating, yep, still learning how to not hide my feelings and share them effectively, not by overreacting.
While there are still so many lessons I’m learning, I have learned a few things in my *almost* 27 years. I’ve learned that it’s important to follow my dreams. No, I don’t own my own company, but I’ve fallen in love, married my best friend, and brought the most beautiful son into the world. No, I didn’t graduate college with a degree that allows me to have my dream job, but I have my dream family.
It’s okay to not follow the traditional past //
I grew up thinking that I would graduate high school and go on vacation after vacation but I haven’t. Yes, we go on vacations, whether week long or long weekend, we get out and see new places, but they are few and far between. As much as I would love to travel more, I’m able to cross owning my dream home off my list. Yes, it was a fixer upper and still needs some work, but it’s a home I’m proud of. It’s a home that I love coming home to. This home of ours is ours. We’ve poured our blood, sweat, and tears into this home. We live in a neighborhood that is full of wonderful people who would give the clothes off their back, which we got to witness during the tornado. This house is our home where we work hard, play hard, and love each other even harder.
I look back over the past 27 years and wonder why I care(d) so much about what others thought of me. Why was it so important to me to be “cool” in high school? I shouldn’t have focused on trying to be popular when my husband adores my quirkiness. See it’s the things that we are so ashamed of that our loved ones love about us. It’s what makes us unique.
Comparison is a thief of joy //
It’s no secret that I find myself down the rabbit hole of comparison. I compare myself to those I graduated with, those who I know, and strangers on the internet. I question why my life isn’t better, why I don’t have “those” things, why I’m being left out, but at the end of the day, those questions don’t matter.
The truth is, I’m pretty damn blessed. In 27 years, I’ve managed to graduate high school, give college a go, realize that college wasn’t for me, went out and got a “big girl” job, fell in love, successfully moved up in my company over the past 6 years, bought 2 houses, created a family, have the support of my parents, my sister is my neighbor, started a blog 5 years ago, met amazing people through said blog, made a new town home, and the list could go on.
It’s no secret that we often get swept up in the things we haven’t accomplished. We get swept up in boasting that we are better than others by bragging about what we’ve learned and sharing our highlight reel. Yes, the highlights and lessons are great, but it’s okay to talk about the failures. I’ll never forget telling my parents that I failed at college and wasn’t going back. I was humiliated about what others would think. I’m not anymore. I’m proud that I realized that it wasn’t for me and I chose to stop going and to stop racking up school loans. I went out and got a job and busted my tail to prove that I was more than a 20-year old “pretty” girl. I was strong, determined, and smart.
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