I am slowly learning your twenties are supposed to be confusing. They are supposed to make you question yourself.
Your hobbies make you passionate and authentic. They feed your soul. They give extra spice to your life.
Your constant reinvention of yourself is not inconsistency or flakiness, it is adaptation. It is growth. It is strength.
Your success might take longer to reach, but it might also last for longer.
“Staying in a mediocre/bad relationship because of inertia or because you’ve already sunk a bunch of time and effort into it.”
You say no to the things that no longer benefit you. You are letting go of any negativity and the toxic circumstances that once consumed you.
We are still figuring out the person we really want to love
The relationship gave off the air of what I assume is teenage love even though I was in my early 20s and he had just landed in his 30s.
Life, and the society in which we live in, isn’t fair.