saying goodbye to my twenties
oh, twenties… what a decade.
it feels unreal to say goodbye to it already. it was messy, beautiful, and heavier than i ever expected. full of things i didn’t plan for and lessons i didn’t know i was signing up to learn.
i felt the weight of responsibilities pressing down on me early on. i felt the pressure to have it all figured out... to be married, settled, achieving something big, keeping up with everyone else’s timeline. i compared myself to paths i didn’t even consciously choose, and sometimes that comparison made me feel small, behind, and not enough.
there were moments when it felt like everyone else was moving forward while i was standing still, just trying to keep my balance.
but my twenties weren’t only about pressure and uncertainty. they were also about quiet victories, the kind that don’t make it to social media.
laughing so hard i forgot everything else.
spending time with people who made life feel lighter.
sitting alone and feeling genuinely at peace.
keeping life simple, even when it wasn’t impressive.
choosing my own pace, even when it felt slow or messy.
those moments carried me. they reminded me (again and again) that this life is mine, not anyone else’s. and even when i couldn’t feel it, even when progress wasn’t obvious, i was growing.
where i am at 30
if i’m being completely honest, when i measure my life using the most common markers of success, it’s easy to feel like i haven’t accomplished much.
no enough savings.
no big investments.
no property.
no business that feels fully stable or established.
for a long time, i carried shame around that. i thought it meant i had failed somehow, that i made the wrong choices or didn’t move fast enough. but context matters, and i’m finally allowing myself to acknowledge mine.
my twenties were not about acceleration. they were about endurance.
i learned how to survive before i learned how to build. i learned how to adapt when plans fell apart. i learned how to choose responsibility over risk, stability over speed. i didn’t build wealth, but i built resilience, self-awareness, and the ability to start again without losing myself.
that counts, even if it doesn’t show up neatly on paper.
the biggest lessons my twenties taught me
these aren’t lessons i learned from major wins. they’re lessons i learned from living through things quietly, imperfectly, and honestly.
1. progress is not always visible while it’s happening.
i learned that some of the most important growth looks like nothing from the outside. there were long stretches where i felt stuck, behind, or stagnant, only to realize later that i was learning skills, boundaries, and self-trust that i couldn’t have skipped. progress doesn’t always announce itself. sometimes it only makes sense in hindsight.
2. survival is a legitimate season, not a failure.
there were years when my main goal was simply to get through, to stay afloat, to keep things steady, to not fall apart. i used to think those years didn’t “count.” now i know they were necessary. survival taught me discipline, patience, and humility. it gave me a foundation strong enough to build on later.
3. responsibility quietly shapes your timeline.
carrying responsibility early changes the pace of your life. it delays certain dreams but deepens your perspective. i learned that choosing stability doesn’t mean abandoning ambition. it means protecting it until the timing is right. i wasn’t late. i was doing what my life required of me at the time.
4. being capable can make you forget yourself.
i became the person who adjusts, who figures things out, who doesn’t fall apart publicly. capability taught me strength, but it also taught me how easy it is to neglect my own needs. i learned that just because i can carry a lot doesn’t mean i should carry everything alone.
5. comparison creates pressure, not direction.
comparing my life to other people’s timelines didn’t motivate me. it made me anxious. i learned that urgency often comes from fear, not purpose. letting go of comparison helped me hear my own voice again and define success on my own terms.
6. slowing down can be an act of self-respect.
not every season is meant for running. some seasons are meant for walking, observing, learning, and gathering information. i learned that slowing down doesn’t mean giving up. it means choosing sustainability over burnout.
what i’ve actually accomplished
i stayed when things were hard.
i learned how to start over without becoming bitter.
i learned how to sit with uncertainty without panicking.
i became self-aware enough to know my values, my limits, and the kind of life i don’t want anymore. i stayed soft in a world that often rewards hardening. i kept believing in better, even when timelines stretched longer than expected.
those are real accomplishments, even if they don’t come with titles, assets, or announcements.
choosing my thirties intentionally
as i step into my thirties, i don’t feel like i’m running out of time. i feel like i finally understand how i want to use it.
this next decade isn’t about proving that i’ve made it.
it’s about building... slowly, intentionally, and honestly.
i want financial stability that’s realistic, not rushed.
i want work that supports my life, not consumes it.
i want peace more than appearances.
i want growth that aligns with who i am, not who i’m trying to impress.
i’m leaving my twenties grateful,
for the lessons,
for the mistakes that made me stronger,
for the heartbreaks that made me human,
and for learning that it’s okay to go at my own pace.
thirty doesn’t feel like an ending.
it feels like permission.
permission to stop panicking.
permission to stop explaining myself.
permission to believe that my life doesn’t need to peak early to be meaningful.
i’m not late.
i’m not lost.
i’m ready.
i’m writing this on january 4th. christmas has been over for a while now, and i think i needed the distance before i could write about it. some days need to settle first.
christmas day in our family is never quiet. even now, i can still picture it clearly. the kitchen already busy, pots clinking, containers being opened and stacked on the table. there’s always too much food. as adults, we’re the ones moving around now, preparing, reheating, serving, asking if everyone’s eaten yet.
it feels different from when we were kids, but it feels right.
growing up, there was an unspoken rule we all followed: whoever has the capacity gives. no one explained it. it was simply how my grandparents led our family. there was no pressure to give more than you could, and no comparing. just giving, because it was christmas, and because it was family.
as kids, my cousins and i didn’t think about any of that. we just knew christmas meant sitting on the floor, waiting to open gifts, tearing through wrapping paper, laughing too loud. the room was always full of noise. adults talking in the background. someone taking photos we didn’t know would matter someday.
i understand those moments differently now.
when i started working, i didn’t decide to carry the tradition forward... it just became part of me. buying gifts for everyone became my thing. my mom, my siblings, my grandparents, my aunties and uncles, my cousins. it never felt like an obligation. it felt like my way of saying thank you.
thank you for how i was raised. thank you for the love that felt steady. thank you for a family that made generosity feel normal.
christmas feels different now that we’re older. the table is fuller with food, but the room isn’t always as full as it used to be. some cousins are working overseas now. we talk about them while eating, mention time differences, say we’ll call later. they’re missed, even as we’re proud of them.
still, the day finds its rhythm.
between eating and cleaning up, karaoke always happens. someone picks up the mic. a song starts playing. voices crack. lyrics are forgotten. no one cares. we laugh more than we sing. the house fills with noise again, and for a moment, everything feels complete.
some things have changed over the years, but the heart of christmas in our family hasn’t. my lola carries it now. through her, the tradition continues.
i’m grateful for this family. for the values passed down to us. for the way we still gather when we can. for a christmas that doesn’t ask for perfection, only presence.
i’m sharing throwback photos of me and my cousins opening gifts as kids. looking at them now, it’s clear those moments never really left us. they grew with us. they show up in the way we prepare food, give gifts, sing off-key, and make space for one another.
it’s january 4th now. christmas feels far away, but the gratitude is still here.
and that’s what i wanted to remember. 🎄🤍
i also compiled some small clips from christmas day into a youtube video. just little moments i wanted to keep.
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these old boracay photos popped up on my facebook memories this month... the ones from that trip with my SK family. and looking at them now, i felt a mix of nostalgia, warmth, and this quiet ache in my chest. it reminded me not just of the place, but of the girl i was back then. the girl who was younger, lighter, and somehow full of life.
it’s funny because i’ve always been the kind who loves calm. i’ve always been introverted. i don’t like noise. i want quiet. but back then, i used to enjoy going out. not with everyone, but with people i felt comfortable with. the right company didn’t drain me; instead, they made the world feel softer. my sk family was part of that. even if there were many of us, being with them didn’t feel overwhelming. it felt grounding.
during those years, i was serving a role that taught me more about responsibility, teamwork, and community than i realized at the time. and because of that season, i found myself surrounded by people who understood me, supported me, and made even the busiest days feel meaningful.
those were the years when my weekends were alive. i always had somewhere to go, someone to meet, something to experience. that’s why i even created a little social media series called “weekend diaries.” every saturday and sunday had a story worth sharing.... a beach trip, a last-minute plan, a coffee run, a meeting that turned into a hangout, moments that made life feel full.
but somewhere along the line, things changed. or maybe i changed.
my weekends now are different. quiet, slow, simple. i don’t have weekend stories to tell anymore. most days, i’m just in my room, resting, working, catching up on tasks, or simply trying to breathe after a long week. and when i looked at these boracay pictures today, i realized how much adulthood has reshaped me.
there are five things i understand now that i didn’t back then:
1. fomo isn’t the same anymore.
i used to say yes because i didn’t want to miss out... on moments, on people, on memories.
but now? i don’t feel that kind of fomo anymore. missing a plan doesn’t feel like missing life. i don’t chase experiences the way i used to; i choose them, selectively and intentionally. rest matters more than rushing.
2. energy has become a real currency.
before, i had endless energy. a full weekend didn’t scare me. ngayon, kahit one plan lang, may recovery period na. adulting taught me that energy is limited, and spending it requires intention. saying yes now comes with a cost. not financial, but emotional and physical.
3. friendships change, and that’s part of growing.
my sk family will always hold a special place in my life. they were part of a season that shaped me... in leadership, in friendship, in who i was becoming. some people drifted, some stayed, some exist now only in memories. and that’s okay. growing up means loving people in different ways... sometimes loudly, sometimes silently, sometimes from afar.
4. weekends aren’t automatically free time.
as a teenager and young adult, weekends meant fun. effortlessly. but adulting doesn’t work like that.
weekends now mean laundry, errands, budgeting, organizing, resting, or simply trying to remember who i am beneath all the responsibilities. it’s strange how saturdays turned from “adventure day” into “errands and admin day.” but that’s life now, and i’m slowly learning to accept it.
5. peace matters more than plans.
in my younger years, i loved the company i was with, and i loved sharing moments with people who felt like home. but now, i find myself choosing peace more often. quiet mornings, slow days, a clean room, or simply no plans at all. i used to fear being alone; now, i crave it when life feels too loud.
seeing these boracay photos reminded me of a version of myself i don’t see often anymore. the girl who was always out, always saying yes, always surrounded by people who made life feel full. i miss her sometimes. i miss the spontaneity, the laughter, the shared meals, the sunburnt days, and the sense of belonging.
but i also appreciate who i am now. quieter. gentler. more intentional. less about noise, more about peace.
both versions of me are real. both versions served a purpose. both versions deserve love.
so here’s a little photo dump and a video diary. a small tribute to that season of my life, to my sk journey, to the friendships that shaped me, and to the girl i used to be. i may not have weekend stories nowadays, but i have clarity and grounding, and maybe that’s the kind of story i’m meant to live right now.
and who knows… maybe someday, a new kind of “weekend diaries” will unfold. different, calmer, softer, but still mine.
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