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in 10 years time

Twenties can be a tumultuous time.  Seriously.  Think of all the changes you go through in your twenties:  college, graduation, job, new job, new job, etc.  Basically I feel it's a time to figure out life and it can be stressful at times when you never know what's around the corner and every year/month/day has new challenges (I guess that last part's just life in general).


But really I feel like there are tons of changes in your twenties, more than other decades where you're making your own decisions.  Maybe that's it!  It's the first decade where you are in charge of your own decisions?


I was talking to my dad yesterday about feeling stressed about some decision or other and still not wanting to be an adult.  After he told me I should be an adult.  I said, "How am I supposed to know where I will be in 10 years?"  I could have just said 1 year because that's how I'm feeling, but clearly I wanted to be dramatic.  He said, "No one does."  Wise very wise.
I guess I can't pretend I'm the only one having this problem.


Today I'm thankful for perspective. 
I'm lucky to have many people in my life who offer me perspective and make me think about things in a different way.
my wise dado blowing out his candles on his 60th bday
i hope i'm as wise as him when i'm 60

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