There’s something in me that says that not many twentysomethings these days can assuredly say they’ve got their life figured out, that they have it all together and they’re all set for life.
I’m 26 years old, turning 27 in less than 3 months (which means I’m practically 30), and based on how this past year turned out, I would say that 2017 has been a roller coaster of trial and error, of more failures than successes, of learning how to live independently (esp. financially) from my immediate family for the first time. Yes, I know, moving out at 26 seems pretty darn late in life, but personally I am encouraged by my recent progress.
To save you from reading a long wordy post, I’ll cut to the chase. Here are three steps I’ve taken within the past few months that have helped me make significant progress in growing into a (more) stable adult:
I Made a Detailed Spreadsheet of My Finances:
And I realized that I was spending more than I earned because of sneaky credit cards. Somehow I found myself a couple thousand dollars in credit card debt. After two months of tracking where every penny went, I have no more credit card debt and have even started making payments on my student loans.
I Started My First Bullet Journal:
And I love it! It’s essentially the perfect hybrid of a planner, diary, journal, and to-do list, or whatever you want to put in a blank notebook. For those of you who are not familiar with bullet journaling, there are plenty of articles, pinterest pins, and YouTube tutorials with tons of ideas to get your life together, or to just spice up your life a little bit with cute notebooks and colorful pens. Anyway, just Google it.
On another note, I’ve read that bullet journaling is good for mental health, something I’ve struggled with ever since my parents’ divorce in 2014. I’ve been tracking my daily mood and taking notes on what might have contributed to how I felt on a particular day.
I Started Reading More Books:
And yes, I’ve been tracking them in my beautiful, organized bullet journal. Currently reading Rich Dad Poor Dad, by Robert T. Kioysaki. What I love about books is that they are packed full of consolidated treasures of wisdom that others have taken YEARS to figure out. Now we can inherit what these successful people have learned in a much shorter period of time. If only I could just sleep with all these books by my head so I could be smart and successful by osmosis…