Lets talk about your twenties shall we?
When they sold me my twenties, I’d be carefree and the happiest being to walk this earth. No weight on my shoulders and no worries for the rest of my life (ok, that’s a little too much Hakuna Matata, but what Disney said was the rule).
What they (this is a huge they, its parents, teachers, the whole society is in on the lie let me assure you!) forgot to tell you is that you’d be more concern about finding a job than with building a career; that degree that seemed so important to get and was promise to open all the doors, is now gathering layers of dust because you’re not even working on your field (neither are 90% of the people you know, chances are the only good thing to come out of your degree are the life long friendships); you’re still living in your parents house and are actually thankful for that because there’s just no way you’d be able to pay a rent, not with this salaries and this prices; there’s just no time for friends, or the gym, or reading that book you just got.
Here’s how your twenties after Uni pan out: you start sending out resumes while being very selective of where you send them to, after all those years studying, you want and deserve something in your field; after a lot of missed opportunities, crappy interviews, amazing interviews that made you believe you had it in the bag only to never ear anything back, you desperately try to apply to anything still related to the field, even if it’s not exactly IT; after not earring back from 90% of the places you applied for, you’re just desperate to get a job and move out of your parents house so you’re now applying for that thing that you might have the chops to do, and even if you don’t, you’ll just figure it out once you’re there cause if others have done it before, then so can you; then out of nowhere, an opportunity presents itself at your feet and you’re so grateful and, since you were beginning to wonder if you’re actually good for anything, you just dive in not putting much thought into it other then “no more CV’s, no more cover letters, no more “We’re sorry to inform…” or no response at all!”.
And you find yourself working with pretty amazing people, doing something you never, in a million years, saw yourself doing.
Your twenties are also a test to every relationship you have. Juggling friends, family and a relationship is a serious challenge when all you can think about at the end of the day is laying on your catch and, if your eyes still manage to stay open, watch a new episode of Queer Eye so you can believe humanity again.
I’ve been trying to go to dinner with 2 (two! that’s not a lot of schedules to try and match!) of my friends from Uni for three whole months and it’s just impossible. We either lack the time or, lets face it, the will and energy.
Best part of being in this millennial generation, the group chat in always on fire and our frustrations and misfortunes are always shared. Make sure you grab that group of people (you only need a really good one) you can count on for everything. At the end of the day, you know you can go on that unfortunately named group on whatsapp and vent all you want, their answers are sure to make you laugh the pain away or cry your heart out; either one is proper medicine for a hard day.
Your twenties suck. They’re hard, full of uncertainty and missteps, you feel like everyone else is doing a much better job than you are and that you’re a complete failure. No worries. We’re all there. They don’t have their life together, and if they do, we’ll curse them with a monumental midlife crisis to make up for it.
They’re also your best years. That fine line of walking with all the responsibilities but still being young, naive and free enough to pull out a little crazy stunt every now and again. And being naive, you still believe that every piece will fall into place and years from now you’ll be laughing about that time when everything felt like a mess (let’s hope it’s not that far into the future…).
So welcome to your twenties. I’m stuck in them for another four years (just four? How? When?) and I plan to raise hell while at it. “It sucks! You’re going to love it!”.