If I were 22… Oh wait, I am!

Recently, many influential business people have shared their life lessons, reminiscing on how they behaved and lived when they were 22 years old.

As a 22 year old, I thought it would be interesting to compare my current life choices and behaviour to how these grown up types suggest I should be living.

It seems, from what these particular individuals are saying, that at this time in my life, I should be making the most mistakes, whether that’s in love, work, or in general. Richard Branson says: ‘If I were 22, I would be out working hard, playing hard and having the time of my life.’ And I generally believe I am. I have a great job, great friends, a great family, and I don’t know what lies ahead, which I think for me is the best part.

I see so many of my peers travelling the world, falling in love, buying houses, getting engaged, having babies, and sometimes I think I’m falling behind. But then I remember that the only thing that is dependent on me is myself. And that fills me with more joy than anything else.

Sometimes I have moments when I’m convinced I’ll be alone forever and although this can, at times, be a terrifying thought, most of the time it doesn’t bother me. I like my own company. I like being able to do absolutely anything I want, without thinking about another person.

I also like the fact that I have no idea where my career will take me, or where I will take my career. I have no ties to a certain place or town or country. I am free.

That isn’t to say that people in relationships aren’t free either. I would, at some stage in my life, quite like a significant other, someone to run around with, falling in love, kissing, generally feeling all warm and fuzzy. And when that time comes, I’m sure I won’t even think about the fact that I’m not ‘free’ anymore. I’ll be so besotted with that other person that nothing else will matter.

For now though, I am brash, outlandish, loud, opinionated. I am a feminist and very proud of that too. I don’t worry what other people think. I spend my wages. I eat out a lot. I drink. I smoke when I’m drunk. I dance without regard for people around me. I am constantly tired, but full of energy. I go to the gym. I eat cheesy chips. I read social media like it’s a newspaper. I don’t make my bed. I rarely make plans, but I’m always doing something.

I’ve also started realising who the most important people are in life. The ones that make you feel good about yourself; the ones that absolutely love you for who you are. No. Matter. What. The ones that you can call about that guy who you went on a few dates with, but is now ignoring you, and they will call him a dick and a knob and a fucking idiot. They’ll tell you that you’re better than him, that you can do better. That you’re a strong, independent woman. The ones who will ditch the gym and go for a pint and a curry. The ones who will say that they’re never drinking again and then go and get drunk with you. The ones that always make sure you’re okay, even when they’re not. The ones that don’t judge you. Those ones.

Deepak Chopra stated that ‘uncertainty isn’t something to fear’. How amazing is it that I have no idea what is going to happen? Tomorrow I could fall in love. Next year I could be a millionaire. I like this scary anticipation. Like my dad always says, the best part of Christmas is the anticipation, the magical build up, the excitement of that one day. Well this is the exact same feeling. Except it’s better, because I’m not just looking forward to a day, but the rest of my life.

I already know that when I look back at being 22, I’ll regret thinking I was fat, or that I wasn’t pretty enough, or that boys didn’t fancy me, or I drank too much. Luckily for me, I’ve caught myself out because now I can stop worrying about these things and simply enjoy being 22.

Because to be honest with you, it’s pretty fucking ace.


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2 thoughts on “If I were 22… Oh wait, I am!

  1. To be honest, I’m the last paragraph you wrote. I think I’m not pretty enough, I think I’ll be forever alone, that I won’t get the job I want… I’m 22 now and I have a feeling I’m missing out on so much when compared to my friends and peers in general. I’m not writing this so you’d feel sorry for me or to get an inspirational speech, but to tell you that you’re lucky to have figured out that you can do better, that life is beautiful and that you’re happy with it. Good for you! Good luck!

    xo Honey – blog Royal LifestyleTwitterInstagram

    1. Awwww thank you so much! That’s so lovely of you 🙂 And yeah, I won’t give you an inspirational speech haha, but we’re still so young (even now I’m 26) and I think the whole fun of life is figuring things out x

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