Birthday Week Recap – My Last Year in My 20s
Whew, y’all… last year in my 20s. Not gonna lie, I’ve been in my feelings all week leading up to my birthday. I’ve accomplished so much over the years, but part of me couldn’t help but wonder—could I have done more? Would I be further along if I had made different choices? That kind of thinking had me in a chokehold for a bit.
But after such an amazing birthday week and some heart-to-heart conversations with my family and mentors, I realized something important: I’m exactly where I need to be.
It’s so easy to get caught up in comparison—wondering if we’re behind, asking why we’re not married yet, or don’t have kids, or questioning our career paths. I’ve had all those thoughts. But I had to remind myself: you’re not late—you’re right on time. The truth is, the past few months have brought major changes in my life. At times, it’s felt like an uproar. But I’m learning to embrace the shift, and honestly? I’m excited about what’s coming next.
Now let’s switch gears—because birthday week? It gave what it needed to give!
I knew I wanted to celebrate, but I also wanted to feel like me. A friend reminded me to do the things I genuinely love—dinner, photos, and movement. So I did just that:
I got dressed up and went out to dinner (y’all know I love a good vibe and a good meal).
I took photos—because what’s a birthday without capturing the glow?
I got in a workout—yes, even on my birthday, because I love how it makes me feel.
And the best part? My mom and cousins came to visit! They don’t come to D.C. often, so it meant the world to me. I’m still trying to get my southern fam to fall in love with the city like I have, haha. But seriously, it was so special having them here. We had a beautiful birthday dinner, followed by a small pregame with my girlfriends before heading out for a fun night in the city. And when I say we had a GOOD time… just know it was one for the books.
But beyond the celebrations, the most meaningful part of it all was the love. I felt it everywhere—from my family, my friends, and even my colleagues. The gifts, the messages, the presence… it reminded me that the people who truly matter will always show up.
Looking back, this birthday reminded me that it’s not about the big moments—it’s the little things. The laughter around the table, the random dance breaks, the “you looked so happy” texts, the hugs from people I hadn’t seen in a while. It reminded me how deeply I’m loved and how much I’ve grown.
I’ve changed. I’m softer in some ways, stronger in others. I’m learning how to advocate for myself, give myself grace, and most importantly, not rush the process. The 20s have been wild, beautiful, messy, and full of lessons—and I wouldn’t change a thing.
So here’s to 29—a year of clarity, alignment, and soft, intentional growth. I don’t have it all figured out, but I’m trusting God, trusting the process, and leaning into joy every step of the way.
