Things I’d Tell My 20-Year-Old Self Now That I’m Almost 30
Here I am, days away from turning 30. I looked for a picture of me at 20 – turns out that digital wasn’t really all the rage back then and I didn’t feel like scanning.
College really matters a helluva lot less then you think it does. Its not the degree that’s important at all in fact, it’s the growing up you do, the people you meet, and the experiences you gain.
You don’t need to exercise to be skinnier or to get in shape. You should exercise because it feels good. Too good to miss.
Debt is the fast train to trapped – and freedom is really what you crave.
Change is going to be a constant as you figure out more about yourself and how you fit into the world. There is nothing wrong with change.
Boys will break your heart and it will hurt more then you thought possible. But you will survive. And the next one will be better then the last. Promise.
When you’re in your lowest low, shit piled so high you can’t see your way clear, know that the other side of hell is epicness. Find it in yourself to rise to the challenge. It’s the one you’ve been waiting for and you’re fucking ready!
Keep up the fight to dance to the beat of your own drum. Your independent thinking will continue to serve you well, despite it also making some people very uncomfortable. Standby yourself.
Learn to cherish the savasana part of yoga. Also learn to cherish the ability to put “nap” on your to-do list. Getting things done all the time is way overrated.
More is not better. Growth is not the end all be all. Chasing your dreams kind of is.
Surrounding yourself with people you look up to for one reason or another, people that are better than you at the things you want to be better at – that is the best possible community you could ever ask for.
Someday soon you must make it to Burning Man. It won’t be anything like you think it will be (except the dust part and the amazing part), but it will change you forever. In ways you yourself won’t even know or be able to explain until much later when you try to connect the dots.
Manifest the man of your dreams. An even better version of him will appear as soon as you’re ready for him to. He won’t make you feel like you need to be anyone other then yourself all the fucking time. He doesn’t need you to be girly-er or thinner or better at sports. Not your man.
Someday you will get a cat. You will love him to pieces. This will not make you any less of a dog person.
You will eat meat again and you will like it. You won’t be eating it because you miss it. You’ll be eating it because you helped raise it and harvest it and eating it is the right thing to do.
You will learn to eat seasonally (no tomatoes for 9 months!), love beets, and cook epic gourmet meals with no recipe.
Perseverance is what makes things happen. Failures and set backs only make you give up if you didn’t want it bad enough to figure out how to keep going.
Giving up and changing you mind is A OK. Don’t let anybody convince you otherwise. But do let them ask you the hard questions so you make sure you aren’t leaving anything on the table.
The world needs you art, your independence, your passion, your curiosity, your honesty, and your crazy. It doesn’t need any more compliance, hiding, or judgement.
Things won’t work out the way you thought they would. The good or the bad. But you will love who you are and where you are just the same. And when you don’t, you must have the courage to change something. Even if the thing you must change the most to be happy surprises you.
Good food is positively priceless. Never underestimate the power of eating well. And know that your definition of eating well is going to be an ever evolving experiment of what works and what makes sense.
Mud is main blog writer extraordinaire, picture guru, and the garden and adventure instigator. She loves to cook, but doesn’t much like following a recipe. She also loves typewriters, the color turquoise, and wearing tie dye with stripes. And she dorks out on permies.com while dreaming up and planning her next garden.