Thoughts on 29 (Nearly Waving Goodbye To My Twenties)
I’ve always been an old soul. At least, I’ve felt that way since I was 17.
Strangely, I don’t think I’ve changed that much since then—or at least not at my core. Sure, things shift: priorities, responsibilities, the way we see the world. But deep down, I think I’ve always carried the same essence.
Seventeen-Year-Old Me? I Liked Her. She Had A Spark, A Sense Of Wonder, And A Boldness I Admire. But 29-Year-Old Me? I Love Her.
She’s seen a lot in her short time here. She’s brought two tiny humans into the world—two wild, beautiful boys who’ve taught her more about love than she thought possible. She swiped right on Tinder and found her forever love (not exactly the fairy-tale intro we’re sold, but here we are!). She married him. She started a business—a creative one, something that’s hers and allows her to build while staying true to her passions. She even bought a house, which she’s slowly shaping into a home.
But for all her accomplishments, sometimes 29-year-old me forgets that she is, in fact, 29. Not a teenager grappling with what the future might hold, but also not someone who needs to fear mortality—at least, not just yet. Still, she’s met it. She came face-to-face with the fragility of life a couple of years ago when she almost lost her dad to a heart attack. It was a seismic moment, a sharp perspective shift that reminded her how precious this whole thing is. She’s still learning what it means to be a mum—the kind of mum she wants to be. But one thing she knows for sure? Her boys feel safe, loved, and valued. And for that, she feels blessed beyond measure. She knows love—boundless, immeasurable love. For her children, her husband, her family, and the circle of special people who make life rich and meaningful. She knows creativity too—its highs and lows, its relentless pull. The joy of inspiration and the frustration of stagnation. The constant push to grow, to expand, to create work that feels more honest, more ambitious, more, her.
“She Knows Creativity Too—Its Highs & Lows, Its Relentless Pull.”
As I stand at the edge of my twenties, I find myself reflecting not with fear but with gratitude. These years have been messy and magical, ordinary and extraordinary. And though I know my thirties will bring their own challenges and triumphs, I feel ready to embrace them with open arms.
