The Twisted Twenties

Second Blooming

When the topic for this week’s spin cycle was announced, I was immediately interested. The topic is “aging”. Ginny Marie over at Lemon Drop Pie came up with the topic when she learned about the average age mothers gave birth to their first child. It is 29 here in the Netherlands, so Ginny Marie and her co-host Gretchen were significantly older than that. As I’ve written before, I’d always thought I’d have my first child at 27. This obviously didn’t come true. Now rest assured, I’m not going to write about childlessness again, if for no other reason, then only because my family is going to think I’m pregnant.

Instead, I want to write about the looming idea of aging when you’re relatively young. I’m going to be 28 next month. However, I feel much older at times.

I’ve always had this feeling. When I was nine, I worried about needing to leave the parental house when I’d turn eighteen. This feeling of doom continued to haunt me until I was in my early twenties. In 2008, it was at its worst. I was convinced that I wouldn’t make it to the end of the year. I had my reasons for this, but most were completely outrageous and irrational.

Being in your twenties is interesting. It may be that most people in the online world are in their twenties, as I see no communities specifically for those my age. I’m too old for the teen communities or even the college communities, but I am still so significantly under 30 that I can’t get myself into communities catering even loosely to the over-30.

I remember when I was around fourteen reading an artilce in a youth magazine about college students and their identity crises: they’re too old to be protected by their parents, but too young for buying a house, marriage or children. I am older than all young adults quoted in the article that I remember, but I still feel this way at times, even though I got married at the rather young age of 25.

Now that I’m approaching age 30 (or at least, am close to my late twenties), I can feel the ticking of time again. I don’t have the feeling that I’ll die young anymore, but I do realize that it’s about time I get a life. And there, sadness sets in, as I may never have the life I planned for myself when I was young.

7 thoughts on “The Twisted Twenties

  1. Thank you for linking up the thoughts you have about your twenties! With some of the challenges you’ve faced, it doesn’t surprise me that you feel older than your actual age. I felt that way, too. When I was turning 28, I had already been fighting cancer. Life usually doesn’t turn out the way we planned, that’s for sure!

    Thank you for linking up to the Spin Cycle. I’ll work on getting a code for the badge!

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  2. Congratulations on being 28. I am 67 and thinking I need to get a life. Maybe we should just be happy with the ‘life’ we have! Liked your post and good to have you joining in with all the spinners.

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  3. I remember feeling back in my twenties that life hadn’t really started yet, like I was waiting on something to happen to get things started. Now that I’m middle-aged, I feel like I wasted so much time waiting! And I have to say, having my son at 42, while not at all the life I had planned, gave me a totally new life, which is a wonderful new adventure!

    Thanks so linking with the Spin Cycle!

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  4. In my 20s, I was busying being me. Working on my education, career and financial goals. A great time. Think no one to judge an expensive shoe purchase. In my 30s that all shifted to motherhood and marriage. Each decade works for me. Embrace 28 – I sure did and LOVED it.

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