• Kristin Perissinotto

What happened when I hit my late-20s

I tell anyone who'll listen that 23 and 24 are tough years. I've only experienced 27 in total, so I can’t speak on anything past that. But 23 and 24 were hard years for me. After 25, things start looking up. And now that I’m 27, I feel I’m truly living my best life. But there are a few things I’ve noticed.


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Tolerance

This is a tricky one, because my tolerance for some things has increased along with my empathy for others (more on that next), but my tolerance for ‘silly’ (by my own definition) problems is lower. I will tune out of a conversation that involves nitpicking or obsessing over teeny tiny details that don’t matter. I have always been this way to a degree, but I used to humour my friends when they needed help choosing the perfect emoji for an Instagram caption. Nowadays, I move the conversation along as quickly as possible without seeming like the rudest person on earth.


Empathy

I’m a more empathetic person than I ever have been. I have more patience and I understand more often why people are the way they are. I take things at face value less often. If I see, or experience, someone being rude or mean, or acting in a poor way, I usually think about what might have happened for them to be that way. I don’t always let it go, but I attempt to understand. I still won’t forget nor forgive, but maybe that will come at 30.


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Puff

My face was never prone to the puffy morning lewk, but this year I've started looking a bit like the moon upon waking. What’s more, it takes a considerable amount of time to deflate. I have ‘combatted’ this with a jade roller, but I have no idea if it actually works. But it feels nice and it was only $8.


Less friends

I have less friends. I’ve never been someone with a big group of friends, but I have less than I ever have, and I love it. My capacity for close friendships has always been pretty limited, probably due to my introversion, but in my late 20s, I have embraced it. I’m happy with my friends, and while some more might come along at some stage, I’m now comfortable with my small circle and lack of friend group.


More ‘no’s

I feel more comfortable than ever saying no to social events. Very rarely will I go to a party, dinner, or brunch that I’m uninterested in these days. Do I lie about why I can’t go? Sometimes. It’s easier that way, and usually less rude. Surprisingly, not many people want to hear that you can’t make it to a birthday party because you would rather be at home watching season 9 of Shameless. There’s plenty of time to be honest in the future. Maybe.


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I realised my youth

I spent every birthday from 19 to 25 feeling like my life was slipping through my fingers. But when I reached 26 I realised how much more time I have (all going well). 26 is young! 30 is young! 50 is only half your life! I plan to live until at least 100, so passing 25 is nothing to worry about. Things are just getting good.


Youth isn’t everything

In contrast to the above, I realised that, while being young and wild and free has its perks, namely freedom, lack of responsibility, and time, it’s not everything. I think back to my uni days with fondness, but I don’t want to go back. I know a lot more now, and will continue to learn. I have flexibility brought about by a stable job and more maturity. Things are different, but things are great. Each decade will bring something new and fresh, and I’m excited about it.