#twenty-eight

twenty-eight

Twenty-eight mainly feels weird because I am a full-fledged adult nearing the end of my chaotic twenties and have become so incredibly aware of how short life is. Like many can relate, I didn't think I was going to make it this far, and so much happened ages twenty to twenty-three that broke me. Ages twenty-four to now have been the years of reconstruction, where I'm so incredibly (see: exhaustingly) self-aware of myself and others. I get frustrated with people, sure, but instead of being angry at them I find myself increasingly more empathetic. Friendship-wise I've dropped many friends and gained new ones, reconnected with several old friends and have a better understanding of who is worth keeping in my life. I've had a handful of new relationships in the past four years, three ended messily, one ended amicably and the other one is still going; all five have taught me new things about myself and how to be a better partner. I have some hope for my thirties, despite the world burning around us.