I'm about to turn 29, and birthdays have officially become depressing. Why? Simple: I had thought I would've accomplished so much more by this point. I have to remind myself that in life, there are certain goals it's OK to spend more time on, because not everything happens in a neatly organized timeline — which is exactly how we tend to plan our lives out.
The overachiever in me has lofty goals. In my early 20s, I jotted down the precise ages I would reach certain milestones: pay off my college debt, publish my first book, get married... Life certainly hasn't gone as planned; but it's still been amazing — and that's because I finally got it through my thick skull that growing up isn't just about constantly hitting goal after goal. It's also about enjoying the journey along the way.
I feel like so much of what we strive for takes longer than we think it will; and then we beat ourselves up over it. Don't. Great things take time; and they can't be assigned to a specific age. Life has its own way of unfolding. So if you find yourself getting older and not achieving one of these goals, remember that it's out there somewhere. You just haven't found it yet.