I'm at the awkward age where half my friends are getting married and having babies, and the other half are two drunk to find their phones. I'm not kidding either. Everyday, my Facebook feed features pictures from people I went to high school with who are engaged, who are expecting or just had babies, who are celebrating new jobs and exciting opportunities. Then, I look at myself, where my biggest accomplishment of the day was getting my sorry butt out of bed and to class on time, or that I actually had lunch instead of a Slim Jim and a cheese stick between classes.
Lets be real, I'm the same age as these friends on my Facebook, but I'm a hot mess. I just moved out of my parents house, I skip meals all the time, I don't have money in my bank account (I'm not kidding. It's empty.) I don't know how to save money, I definitely buy more booze than I do food. I don't care how early I have to be up the next morning, I will go out until 3 am the night before. I spend $30 on concert tickets but hesitate to drop $30 on a text book. I call my mom to tell me how to mail my energy bill in, because I don't know what I'm doing. Like, guys. I'm a mess. I don't know how you're pulling through having children, getting married, and doing all the things I wish I could be doing.
Honestly, I want to be getting engaged within the next few years, and I want to be getting a full time job and get myself a dog. I'm jealous of every girl who posts a new "I said yes" picture with a giant diamond on her hand, or every person who just got a new dog, or even those who just bought their first house. Because I'm living on money I beg my mom to transfer me to get gas, don't have anything that costs as much as a diamond ever will, and already have the name picked out for the dog I will get as soon as I move someplace that allows dogs.
But guess what. It's okay.
It's okay that I don't have my life together. It's okay that I don't have a dog, or a diamond on my hand, or my own house. It's okay that I'm too busy to eat lunch, that I buy concert tickets and probably too much booze. It's okay that I choose experiences over responsibility. Because I'm only 21. I've got my whole life to be responsible, to get married, to have a family, to get a dog, to get a diploma, to have a career.
What is going on in your life might make me jealous, might make me feel like I'm struggling, might make me think you're better than me, but I don't see your struggles. I don't see the wedding planning, the dirty diapers, how many times your dog peed on the carpet. I don't see your early morning's, your 9-5 job, your daily commute. I don't see how hard you work to afford your new home, your insecurities, or your daily struggles. All I see are the things you post online that are good about your life, and I compare them to the things I don't have and how bad I want them.
But at the same time, your life is your life, and my life is mine. My life is my story, and I have to take the pen in my hand and write my own. I have to plant my own flower and not look at how much yours is growing. I have to not think the grass is greener on the other side, because you're probably struggling just as much as I am.
I need to take a step back and realize all the good things I do. How hard I work at school, how many lives I influence, how many friends I have, how great of a University I'm at, how I love the people in my life. I need to remind myself that my life is mine. And its fantastic. I have to accept that I miss meals, drink a lot, stay up late, and dream too much. I have to embrace the fact that it isn't my turn to have a ring on my finger, my own dog, or start my career yet. I'm not afraid of where I'm going, or the fact that I can barely get myself out of bed on time, because I know I'm going to kick ass at anything I do. I'm not afraid of the future, because I know that God will lead me to the right things in life. I might not have it all figured out right now, but that's the fun of it.
For every day of my life, I will remind myself that although I don't have my life together, my life is amazing.