My twenties were the absolute worst.
Everything was supposed to be exciting. I was finally free from the cage. No more parents and teachers. I could take off my clothes in front of other people (with their permission). I could get a job.
I could fulfill all my dreams.
But nothing worked. Because people in their twenties generally are not good at anything.
I learned so little in college (I majored in computer programming but then had to take remedial computer programming classes when I finally got a job) that I suddenly realized how worthless the four years were. Actually they had negative worth because of the debt.
Also, in my twenties I thought I was in a rush. I had to "succeed" and "find my passion."
In my twenties, someone told me, "time is money." That's why missed "opportunity" has a "cost."
"Opportunity cost" is a phrase taught in every Economics class in college. Nobody ever uses Economics ever again after college. I minored in Economics.
Time is not money.
Money I can certainly lose, but I can also make.
I can't make any time. There's no time…machine (I really could not put those two words completely together) that just spits out more time if I put in a five dollar bill.
Money buys me food to put in my mouth. Time is everything else.
In my twenties I was not good at anything. But I thought I was. Because when I was in my twenties I was also stupid.
But that's OK. In my twenties I picked a few things that I did over and over again, thinking I was good at them. Writing, computer programming, and when I had permission – taking off my clothes in front of another person.
I was good at none of these things. But I got a little better maybe at one or two because of blind repetition.
I wish I had just done this: pick three to five things and do them over and over. Only pick things you wouldn't mind doing over and over.
Don't push for any one outcome. Just do things over and over with no expectation.
That's all I had to do.