Through a combination of transitions and personal development trainings, I always feel like my "real" life started when I was nineteen. Soon after that birthday, my mum and I went to Paris, and I remember so vividly looking at a Balenciaga biker jacket in the window and saying, someday I'll be in a place in life where I can afford to buy The Leather Jacket.
Fast forward to this birthday, 25, and the moment had finally arrived by way of career milestones and financial stability, but more importantly, what these accomplishments represent in terms of the work and practices behind them. The important emphasis here is not on the abovementioned "milestones," but rather, on the fact that they are signals of a critical mass of faiths, skills, experiences, and learnings that have rolled up into these tangibles.
These capabilities are the evergreens we strive for in our twenties. For all the delight in reaching one of these milestones, the real joy must be found in the space between each of them, the "journey," if you will. And so now, I am properly outfitted to continue on the road ahead.