24 Feels Like…
There’s something quietly transformative about entering your mid-twenties. It’s not loud or earth-shattering, not like turning 18 or 21, when the world feels urgent and full of expectation. No, 24 feels… softer. More grounded. More personal. It’s not about the milestones the world sees, but the ones you feel within.
For me, 24 has been the year I started coming home to myself.
It’s been a season of shedding old identities, releasing outdated stories, and learning to sit with both the beauty and the discomfort. I’ve begun to understand that healing doesn’t always look like glowing skin and always looking perfect. It often looks like crying on the floor, setting boundaries that shake your foundation, or spending a Saturday night alone and loving it.
It’s the year I stopped asking, “What’s wrong with me?” and started asking, “What do I need?”
And so, I wrote a letter to this version of myself - a thank you to 24, a love note to the growth I’ve witnessed, and a gentle acknowledgment of the ways I’ve changed;
24 feels good…
24 feels like a sense of knowing - not of certainty, but of understanding what needs to change in order to create a life of peace and balance.
24 feels like quiet evenings and heartfelt conversations. Moments where I can finally admit that I don’t have everything figured out, yet find peace in that.
24 feels like solitude and independence - a sense of knowing what truly feels good to me.
It feels like the sun on my skin and waves crashing against my feet. Like fresh air and green grass between my toes.
24 feels like everlasting friendships and meaningful moments.
For the first time in my life, it feels like I’m on the right track. Maybe not exactly where I thought I’d be, but I feel a deeper clarity about where I’m going. From living in different cities to moving across the world, my feet may not be stable in one place - but I’ve found peace with that.
24 brings me adventure and creativity.
So for the rest of 24, I embrace you. I look forward to everything you have to offer:
New countries and friendships, different oceans, different cities, and stone-pebbled streets. Wandering streets alone, and with company.
Everything has always been so uncertain, and I’ve never really known what the next month would bring. Maybe that will change in the years to come - but right now, for 24, it feels good.
24… you feel good.
And I love you, with every inch of my being x
So to anyone walking through their own chapter, maybe you’re not 24. Maybe you’re 19 and overwhelmed, 27 and rebuilding, or 32 and still figuring it out. No matter where you are there’s no timeline for coming home to yourself. Your version of peace, of clarity, of joy, will arrive in its own time, on its own terms.
But when it does, you’ll know.
It won’t be loud or dramatic.
It’ll be soft. Subtle. Like laughter in the wind, or the first warm breeze of spring after a long winter.
Karina Jade