I'm feeling 22.

I have found, that being in my 20s, I produce these weird blends of juxtaposed emotions, feelings, and expectations. Equal parts pleasure and displeasure. excitement and fear. hope and defeat. Pride and inadequacy. confidence and doubt. The perfect storm. except it's my life. not a darn Robert Frost poem.

and while being in my 20s is a weird time because it's so fun and terrifying, I'm ok with what this age/season is and means and represents. Whatever that may be.

I just wish someone would have told me. or you. fun, fabulous you. With your head in the clouds, guzzling down that caffeine, fingers intertwined tugging at your roots. While smiling really big.

No one told us, because no one told them, and no one told them because no one told them. We all are really out here just bumping around trying to figure it out. Just like they did.

and that is ok.
but maybe someone should break the cycle or at the very least send out a warning.

maybe someone should tell someone that It's gonna be ok.
that you don't have to figure it all out. because you won't figure it all out. and in that moment you think you figure it all out, life will remind you that you can't figure it all out. and that contrary to everything inside of you, time is not, after all, running out, that you are precisely where you need to be, who you need to be and why you need to be right now. and that dichotomy of everything that makes you who you are, what you are and why you are, that perfect storm brewing deep within your heart, well that will indeed manifest into something far more beautiful that you could  ever think or imagine.

Just relax: always grow, always learn, always be present.

because what no one told us, because no one told them, because no one told them is that the only cure to these crazy 20s is turning 30.

We will be just fine.


always the best,

22 year old Jesi Rae