My husband was 24 when he met me. I was 24 when we got married.
You can’t tell me there’s not something special about 24. Something equally special about 23 as well.
Pay attention to life when you’re 23/24. If you’re older than that, think back to 23-24. What do you remember? Were you happy? If not, do you remember realizing what made you happy? Or were you at least on the way to realizing what made you happy?
23 was an amazing year for me.
23 I was editor in chief of the school paper. I fell in love with New York on the morning after my 23rd birthday when I woke up in the room of an amazing hotel smack in the middle of Times Square. I fell in love deeper on a return trip that summer with my best friend.
23 I did an amazing week of service in Terre Haute, IN with Alternative Spring Break as a Team Leader.
23 was funny, because I broke up with K. I later reunited with him and we moved closer to marriage.
23 was the year I took that life changing trip to Richmond, Va to visit a seminary (one I thought I would attend, but the timing wasn’t right). 23 was the year my views on religion and Christianity changed.
23 was the year I bought my first car. 23 was also the year I realized communications was not for me, but I stuck with it anyways, since I was close to graduating.
23 was the year I realized that I loved helping people and wanted to make a career out of it. I wasn’t quite sure how I’d do it, but I knew I wanted to get paid to do what I loved.
24, however, was a different story.
23 was the year I was officially (OFFICIALLY) engaged. 24 was the year I would get married.
24 was the year of growing pains. They hurt like hell, but they were necessary.
24 made me.
25 did too, in many ways, but the decisions made in 24 have a big impact on what and who I am today.
24 was the year I officially left church, with no clear return date in mind.
24 was the year I realized I did what I had to do for income sake, and vowed to never do it again.
24 meant I would no longer make any apologies for who I was/am.
24, I abandoned me for we, not fully realizing that meant more sacrifice than I initially thought.
24, I saw a glimpse into my future. And I was okay with it.
24 I became a first generation college graduate. The misery that followed almost made me forget that.
24 I really learned who my real friends were, and who wasn’t.
23/24 is more life changing than you think.
If you’re paying attention to your intuition through it all, you end up on your path towards your calling. Something life changing may happen at 23/24. Keep your eyes open.
Don’t worry if 23/24 doesn’t bring you the stability/dream job/dream relationship that you thought it would. 23/24 is younger than you think. You have your entire life ahead of you.
The choices you make at those ages, have the potential to propel you towards a life you couldn’t have even imagined for yourself.
At 26, I can say that all that has happened to me in those two years, has set the stage for everything that is happening now, good and bad.
Take the time to study yourself. Discover what you like/don’t like. If you don’t know at those ages, those are good years to find out. If you’re past those ages, you most likely know what you like, and most likely, 23-24 either reminded you of that, or you may have been introduced to it by then.