This is a list slated to have been posted when I turned 26, a few weeks ago. I spent my birthday on board a plane, and then shaken (angrily) awake for a surly dinner—sorry parents!—in Chicago, at a restaurant where they made their garlic bread with truffle oil.
Suffice to say that I have been hard-pressed to think of twenty-five actually useful things that I’ve learned in the past twenty-five years, or approx. 9,125 days, that weren’t just vague and uplifting reminders unnecessary for me to repeat. I also have been thinking about my place in the world and how I am pretty much ill-equipped to dole out any sort of advice to anyone. But then I realized that this didn’t have to be beneficial advice (hah). I could just share some things that I found to be true, for me, personally. Emphasis on personally.
After much eyebrow-furrowing and mental filing away, it is now nearing the end of October, and I think I finally have my list of 25.
Obviously, I have way more than 25 things I have learned in this dinky little life of mine, but I hope this list helps someone else figure some stuff out.
In other news: the return of the journal has finally come and I have been deliberately trying to write again. It’s so weird that I even have to pretty much force myself to write when I used to just do this allll day, but it’s a start. It’s something I think I have to do for myself because I’ve been forgetting huge chunks of my life literally immediately after they happen, and I think that internalizing and processing these things would probably help me make sense of things. Or not, I could be wrong.
(This is why I shouldn’t make these lists. I am really not the person for that job.)