Entering my mid 20s has always been a little scary for me. Growing up, I was made to believe that this is the time when I was supposed to have my life figured out, even just a little bit. What I planned when I was younger was even more nerve wrecking. 10 years ago, 25 was the age I just graduated from Ateneo Law, live in a flat in Rockwell, reviewing for the bar exam and be engaged for a year because I want my first kid before 27. I imagined all of this because when you’re 15, you believe that you were living a fairy tale in a perfect world, where you can do anything. Sometimes I imagine how life would’ve been if I lived in a parallel universe, where everything I imagined came true. I wonder if I would’ve been happier or I’d feel more contented. Entering my mid 20s was scary for me because the life I live now is so different from the life I imagined, not even close.
Then I’m reminded that there’s a reason why I’m living the complete opposite. Looking back, I thought that I excelled in every creative writing class I took and got high markings on the papers I would write for my majors because I was preparing for law school but instead, I was being trained to love doing it because blogging would be my main source of living. I thought that being a late bloomer when it comes to fashion was because I’d have to start dressing up for my job interviews but instead, it was going to be the main reason why I wanted to talk about fashion, which started my whole career. I thought that the PR skills I so prayed to learn from my dad was going to be used for the companies I’d be working for but instead, it was essential for all the events and meetings I would attend. I thought that I was meant to become a lawyer but instead I became a blogger because I would meet amazing people who would be there for me, through thick and thin for 9 years running (Hello my dear readers). I thought that getting heart broken at such a young age, again and again was my learning curve to become a good young wife but instead, it was going to be part of my story, my inspiration to start a A Shoe Tale. I’m reminded that every single thing that happened to me in that span of 10 years was meant to bring me where I am now. That what I was meant to do when I’m 25 was so much better than what I imagined.
So if you’re reading this, if you’re wondering why you’re not living the life you’ve been praying for since forever, just remember that it’s because what God has planned for you is even more than what you’ve imagined. That every person you meet and every single moment is essential to succeed. That the light at the end of the tunnel is going to blind you in the best way possible.
Happy 25th to me! :)