Three thousand six hundred and fifty two days... The average person gets 3,652 days in their twenties. It’s a decade of change. A decade of exploration. It’s the most self indulgent ten years of your life. They fly by... In my case they’re almost gone. I have used up 90% of my twenties, leaving me with only 364 days to spare.
It’s interesting to reflect on all that has changed in the last 3,288 days. When I was 20 I only wore Diesel jeans. Now I consider Mossimo from the clearance rack at Target high end fashion. At 20 I had never bought a car, or a house, or a dog. At this point I have one or two of each. The 20 year old me weighed 20 pounds less and my pant size was in its 20’s as well.
With as much that has changed since I turned 20, a few things still remain the same. I’m still learning new things everyday, I still love people, and I’m still an extremely awkward person.
As I have taken the time to reflect on these differences and similarities, it has been said that I am guilty of mourning the loss of my twenties (mainly by my wife). I like to tell her that one can’t mourn the loss of something that has yet to die. I still have 364 days left. I may have used up 90% of my twenties but there is still 10% left to be soaked in. This is a blog about that 10%.
This is a celebration of the places my life has taken me, of the incredible people I have encountered, and the lessons I’ve learned over the nine years. It is a place to prepare me for the next ten years. It’s an experiment to see how much I can remember and a reminder to those in their twenties to soak it all up because it goes by really fast. But lets be honest.... it’s really just a place for me to mourn the loss of my twenties, or as my social worker wife would say, “another step in the grieving process.”
