By JAMILA RIZVI
Two years ago, I got on a plane and flew to the other side of the world in search of the crazy 20s I was convinced I’d been missing out on.
After years of focusing (read: obsessing) over some fairly lofty career goals, working my butt off balancing full time work with full time study and never straying from a fairly comfortable relationship path – I was finally going to be young and dumb for a while.
Because that’s what your 20s are for, right? It’s when you’re supposed to make mistakes: sleep with the bad boy, experiment with substances you shouldn’t, fail the exams, live at home and save on rent, ignore dates and deadlines, blow all your money on that once-in-a-lifetime holiday, mess around and never worry about the consequences.
And for my generation there seems to be an expectation that you should make these carefree years last for as long as possible. In fact, right up until there is no longer a lovely number ‘2’ at the front of your age and it is instead replaced by a big fat-tummied ‘3’.
Because apparently 30 is the new 20.
For the generations that came immediately before Y, 20 (or more specifically 21) was seen as the gateway to adulthood. It was when you made plans, set goals, became fully independent from your parents and got serious about work. But now? Notsomuch.
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Oh, Almondine....I am nearly old enough to be your mother...I have lots of children, I felt the same as you. But my heart breaks for you, and others of similar ilk...where is the joy? There just doesn't seem to be much joy in your life. And I don't mean contentment or satisfaction...I mean pure, unadulterated, emotional joy.
Jamila writes as only one in her twenties can - full of superiority, knowledge that she knows best, and judgment of others and their choices. I am a mother of 5 in my late 40s...my two eldest boys are 21 and 23....and a more judgmental, self-satisfied group you will never see. That sounds like I am being intolerant and judge mental myself....but I'm really not. I adore my children, and their friends, and the young 20-something's that I work with. I admire and envy their savvy and their confidence and their freedom and their connection with the rest of the world through social media and technology. But oh....they are so quick to judge, and so much is black and white...
Anyway, I had 'a career' at 21 (teaching) and met a man at the same time. Engaged at 22, married at 23, first baby at 24, second baby at 25....and so on, until 5th and final baby at 32. I look at all the 20-something's I know and cannot believe what my life looked like at the same age. I am now 47, youngest is nearly 15, and I am going through a very messy and painful separation. The kids find it hard. I love all my children passionately which is why I lasted as long as I did. I was a full-time and dedicated mum (that teaching only lasted 3 years!). Of course I do not wish them unborn....however the fact is, I should never have married the man I did. Well, if I wanted to be happy I shouldn't have. But at 21-22, I knew no better. I didn't know what I wanted in a man...or anything else. My advice to my children is, and will be, know who you are, use your 20s to discover yourself, to work out what you want in a partner and career...if my children are not established in either prior to 30, I will not be dismayed.
Jamila, I'm sure you are a fabulous, intelligent, driven young girl. But please don't mistake that for knowing everything, and preaching to others how they should live. Admit that you need experience and years of living before you can be qualified for that.