Progress.
When the hubs (who was just the "boy" at the time) and I first moved to San Francisco, we were barely into our twenties, broke, and armed only with hope. For a short period of time after we first moved I was working two jobs to make ends meet. Monday through Friday I was at a small advertising and marketing agency, and then on the weekends the "boy" and I worked as servers/busers with a catering company. Ugh. That was a tough time.
One of the first catering events I worked was a large fancy pants holiday party at City Hall. It was a beautiful extravagant event; however working a beautiful extravagant event is a far cry from attending one. It's hard not to feel like an outsider in that situation, at least for me. Fast-forward a year or two, and I was invited to one of these beautiful City Hall events as a guest - it was lovely and I made sure to be extra nice to the caterers. :-) Fast-forward a few more years, to yesterday, and I was wrapping up the latest big beautiful City Hall event that I had planned and coordinated.
It's been an interesting journey, fo sho, and mirrors the larger journey that has been my twenties. Next week I start my last journey around the sun as a twenty-something. I'm turning 29 and have been doing a little reflecting on this past decade. For the most part we enter our twenties without means and without a solid plan; yet somewhere along the way we find our footing and our direction.
My twenties have been a ride. In this past decade I've graduated, left home, lived abroad twice, broken a few hearts, had my heart broken, formed some beautiful friendships, fell in love, moved to San Francisco, started a career, got married, and created a foundation for a life that makes me happy. I'm proud of myself; which is a nice realization. It's hasn't all been easy, nice, or even pretty, but I wouldn't have done it any other way. I don't know what this next year, or the decade to follow, will bring but I'm excited to find out. I ardently believe that the best is yet to come.
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Enjoy that last year in your 20's. I remember turning 29 actually being harder than turning 30. When 29 hit it was like, oh wow...I AM going to turn 30. By the time 30 hit I was already prepared.
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Jules of Canines & Couture
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What a lovely piece you wrote. Enjoy your year as a 29-year old :-)
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