So last weekend I was faced with a major life decision — either A) risk my life and fly into the highly anticipated wrath of Hurricane Jaquisha (yes, that is her name) for Howard Homecoming weekend, or B) cancel my Friday-evening flight, stay home, and finesse my way into The Internet concert that was taking place that same night. Now anyone who knows me, knows this was a very, very difficult decision to make because A) I love my alma mater and B) I also love The Internet (if you’ve never heard of this group, Google will happily assist you with getting your life).
Long story short, I wound up choosing Option A at the eleventh hour. Partially because my master plan to finesse my way into this already-sold-out concert was losing its juice (management never got back to me about allowing A2K press coverage). And also because the two remaining concert tickets I had been babysitting on StubHub (my backup plan) magically vanished that Friday morning. So homecoming it was.
As with every other HU homecoming I’ve attended since graduating, the highlight of my weekend was catching up with old classmates and friends. It was so good to see a bunch of beautiful, Black twenty-somethings, all “glown up” and ready to conquer the world (if not already doing so) in their respective careers. It was also kind of a relief to see so many other people going through similar life changes.
These past five years of being a twenty-something have been a trip. Correction, a journey. From graduating college, to discovering the evil works of Sallie Mae, to battling and overcoming a chronic illness, to landing my first job out of college, to dating, to realizing my life purpose, to starting my own blog (a part of my life purpose), to learning how to genuinely love myself, to recently being blessed with a new job that I actually really like so far. Which brings me to the overtly concerned, supportive loved ones who want to be informed of every step of my “journey.”
So how’s the new job coming along? Great! I really like it. That’s good. So you plan on getting your own place soon? (I like seriously hate this question.) Yep, just focusing on paying off my debts and saving up enough money to move out. Are you dating anyone now? (Another question I really hate.) Nope, not at the moment. Well, there’s this really nice guy I think you should meet! *awkward pause* *slow cringe* *nervous chuckle*
Now I know these types of questions come with the best intentions, but that still doesn’t make them any less…annoying. Or awkward. Because I don’t have every detail of my life figured out. Because I don’t have it all together. Because literally the only constants in my life right now are God and change. Not a fiancé or husband (yet). Not my own home. Not even my car (my lease is up in February *sad face*). I do have a plan, but that’s not even definite. If it were, I would’ve landed a bomb communications job straight out of college (instead of getting sick), gotten my own place (instead of moving back home with my parents as a result of me getting sick), and would’ve been engaged or married to a fine, saved, ambitious young brotha with excellent credit.
But God’s plan always prevails — over my plan and all the pressures that come along with being a twenty-something-year-old single Black female who is still trying to figure it all out. And after plenty of trial and error, prayer and patience (which I’m still working on) I’m finally okay with that plan.
So to all my fellow twenty-somethings out there…
Live your life.