Twenties, Tangles & Trying to Figure It All Out

I couldn’t help but wonder...
Was I navigating my twenties or was I just fabulously winging it with overpriced coffee and underpriced emotional stability?

In a city that never seems to sleep — or at least never stops scrolling — your twenties are less of a glamorous coming-of-age and more like a never-ending montage of existential crises, caffeine-fueled ambitions, and romantic entanglements that feel like they were written by a screenwriter high on chaos.

We enter our twenties thinking it's the start of the real show — the glamorous life we imagined while watching Sex and the City reruns and bookmarking Pinterest boards labeled “That Girl Aesthetic.” But somewhere between job applications that ghost us and friendships that fizzle out like cheap rosé, we realise: no one really knows what they’re doing. We’re all just... dressing the part.

Some days, I wake up ready to conquer the legal world with a sharp mind and sharper heels. Other days, I spiral into an emotional TED Talk with my cat as the only audience, questioning everything from my career path to whether I should’ve gone blonde in 2019.

My twenties have been a cocktail — one part self-discovery, two parts imposter syndrome, with a twist of “What am I even doing?” It’s the age where love is confusing, friendships are evolving, and brunch is both therapy and a social strategy.

But maybe that’s the beauty of it. Maybe your twenties aren't about having it all together. Maybe they're about getting it gloriously wrong until you get it right. Or at least get a decent skincare routine.

So here’s to figuring it out. To romanticizing your walk to work, dancing in your kitchen alone, and building a life that doesn’t look like anyone else’s Instagram highlight reel — but feels like home.

Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned from both heartbreaks and hangovers, it’s this: life in your twenties isn’t perfect... but damn, it makes for a good story.