An Open Letter to my 20’s

Dear Twenties,

Wow. I can’t believe we only have one more day together – how time has flown. This was the first decade when I was actually able to label it a common name; prior to this I was either a "pre-teen" (weren’t THOSE years attractive!) or a Teenager and, now that I think about it, let’s just pretend those didn’t happen, ok? Thanks.

Oh Twenties, we’ve certainly had some good times together, many of which were evidenced by yesterday’s pictorial representation of my fashion snafus. But that’s not even the best of it. Remember back when I wrote A Letter to Alcohol and it got forwarded around the internet without attribution? That was fun. (I’m still waiting for my residual checks for that one.) Remember when I first entered this fantastic decade, standing at Four Corners hollering "Buy Me A Shot – It’s my 20th Birthday!" and then hitching a ride home from the campus shuttle and waking up my visiting mother by throwing a stuffed animal at her? I should have known then that the times ahead were sure to be eventful. I haven’t been disappointed.

That’s not to say I haven’t been sad. I’ve had my share of heartbreak in the past ten years, whether it was the demise of a relationship or friendship, the horror of September 11th (the aftermath of which I still feel every single day of my life) or the overwhelming feeling of inadequacy that inevitably happens as we experience one (of many) quarter life crises. Yet through it all, through every loss and failure and tragedy, I’ve kept going forward, trudging through my twenties with a sense of resolve and excitement and – dare I say it? – optimism that one day, SOMEday, all will be well. I made mention of this in a post I wrote last year, about the tenacity of the heart, and I stand by it. The heart is a muscle, and as with any muscle, we need to exercise it and push it to the limit and even tear it a little for it to repair itself and grow stronger. And that’s what I believe…we have to love and live wholeheartedly, fervently, regardless of the consequences, to maintain this forward movement.

And so onward I go, forging into new territory; namely, my Thirties. THIRTIES! How did *I* get to be 30? (Well, in a few hours…) There’s so many things I *thought* I would have done with you, Twenties! I figured I would have had a wedding! Perhaps a little Aubs or two! Maybe even have said the "L" word but, well, you know what they say about best laid plans… After all, think of the things I hadn’t anticipated! Who would have thought I would have worked for Google? Or moved to California? Or put BROWN STREAKS IN MY HAIR?  I mean, Aubs isn’t Aubs when Aubs isn’t blonde. I guess that just proves that life is all about surprises.

So it’s with that attitude that I bid you farewell, Twenties. While I didn’t do everything I *thought* I would have (naive assumptions made over 10 years ago), I’ve done everything I never even thought about and more. I feel like we’ve had a good run, you and I, and I think the FULL COMPLETION of my to-do list this morning shows that I’m ready to go, ready to leave you and move forward with a clean slate. With great precedent,  yet without expectations. And so tonight, when I throw on my "SAVE BOOBS" t-shirt (proceeds going to Breast Cancer funding) and head to Hooters & a strip club with my guy friends, formally ushering in my 30’s at the stroke of midnight while getting a lap-dance, I’ll know I’ve done it in good conscience and can shut the door on an amazing decade.

Goodbye, Twenties, you’ve been the best. Thanks for everything. I can only hope that your successor lives up to your amazing example.

The end,
(Much) Love,
Aubrey

2 thoughts on “An Open Letter to my 20’s

  1. Dude, you’ve got another year of your 20s yet to go. It’s like the Millenneum. It didn’t start in the year 2000, but the year 2001. Why? Bc the first millenneum started in the year 1, the year JC was born. So if the second millenneum ended at the end of 2000, and the new one started in 2001, it stands to reason that your second decade ended at the end of your 20th year, and your third decade (hello, 10 years later), will end at the end of your 30th year. Thus your twenties didn’t begin until you turned 21 (why d’ya think that’s the drinking age?), and your thirties won’t begin until you turn 31. Many happy returns of the day 🙂

  2. Happy 30th, Aubrey. I’ve been there for a year and a half now, and to be honest it’s not really that bad, save the now-conspicuously creaky joints and shady memory. So enjoy it! You might be forgetting it in a week or so. 😉

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