Twenty.

I'm at a weird junction in my life. Twenty is such an exciting age for many reasons, but it's also so confusing. I'm no longer a teenager, but I'm not quite an adult yet- at least not in my mind. I can make decisions with weighty consequences, but I'm still young enough to turn to my parents when I'm in a bind. For as fun as twenty has been, there's also been a bit of an identity crisis on my end.

At 20, I have found myself at a crossroads. No longer does my major make me jump out of bed in the morning, and I've found myself shuffling from one activity to the next. I am constantly 'go, go, go,' and while I find myself exhausted after late nights and early mornings, I love it. 

In this age, I've learned a lot about myself. My twentieth year has given my many opportunities (not all of which I ever asked for or wanted, but opportunities nonetheless). For the first time in a long time, I've been on my own, bopping through life, and learning. Really learning. Everyone around me keeps saying that I've grown, and in these moments of reflection I am finding how right they actually are. 

I've learned that I'm not quite as passionate about psychology as I once was, but I've found a minor that makes me so excited to schedule classes that I am literally spending first semester running between buildings just to take these courses. I've found that good friendships are way better than any unfulfilling relationship. Nobody has time for someone who doesn't make the effort, and I've learned that the hard way a time or two this year. 

Twenty also brought my brokenness to the light. And man, am I broken. Aren't we all, though? I was/am so broken that I don't even always realize it. A workaholic, by devise, I have the tendency to ignore my brokenness and my hurt by filling my hours, mind, and heart with the worries of my work. In the last year, I have finally come to accept this. My baby steps at distancing myself from my work are helping, but dang do old habits die hard.

Twenty has also be fun. This twentieth year has awarded me with so many chances to travel. Wisconsin was cold and filled with wonderful company. Toronto was challenging and awe-inspiring and really really beautiful. Florida is going to be 1,390 (.8!) miles of fun and growing in fellowship. As a continuously wanderlust individual, I always have the travel bug, and three adventures in one year is incredible.

I've heard time and time again that the twenties are the most exciting, growth-filled years of one's life, and I'm finding that to be true. Here's to the twenties. May we all make it through them wiser and with wrinkles from laughing too hard and too frequently.