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Young Adulthood: Somewhere between learning profound life lessons and crazy

I wouldn't have it any other way.

By Jessica FreebornPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 3 min read
Young Adulthood: Somewhere between learning profound life lessons and crazy
Photo by Clément Falize on Unsplash

December 31, 2021. It's 11:45 pm; it's been a crazy couple of days. And there are only 15 minutes left of 2021.

I'm at a conference in Kentucky with my church's young adult group. We've changed our name so many times at this point, I don't know what we are.

I wrote before about our trip to Niagara Falls from 5 years back. The adventure and insanity of the group never cease to create writing fodder. Bonus for me. Thanks, group.

The trip has been insightful and challenging. We are a smaller group this time around (8). Five guys and three girls. The speakers and breakout sessions have been inspiring and informative.

It's been lots of walking. Adventures to find the closest coffee shops. Missed exits. The best breakfast place. All mixed with the deeper spiritual truths that convict and make you think.

My "old age" might be showing a bit at this point. The focus of the conference is 18-25-year-olds and missions. I'm 25 now, and I know that I'm going to spend a few days recovering. Plus, I dragged my laptop along, so I could squeeze in a bit of writing work. That article about scholarships isn't going to write itself. I miss the simplicity of being a student.

At this point, I haven't processed that 2021 is truly almost over. I'm waiting till I get home to process my goals for the new year and what I learned last year. I'm sure I learned something.

But here we are, my friends and I sharing what we've learned and thought about at the conference. You go through a thousand moments to get to one like this.

And that's how it ought to be. A thousand moments lead up to a candid moment where people feel like they can be vulnerable with each other and feel safe enough to do so.

It's different from the TikTok videos of people bawling in their cars for the attention of the masses.

This is the kind of vulnerability you don't post for attention on social media. It is a rare type that happens in rare moments with the right people.

We share our honest thoughts and reflections. We sit crammed into one of the hotel rooms, a quiet calm surrounding us.


And the fire alarm goes off.


The moment ends, replaced by dashes to put on shoes and coats before getting out of the building and waiting in the parking lot.

This incident sums up my church's young adult group.

It's who we are. It's what we do. We help each other, grow together, and insane stuff happens. Crazy stuff. Events that I will probably never forget. Writing material. Check. Love that bonus.

It's a group that reminds me repeatedly that life is crazy and that complicated things happen. You can let those things make you tense and angry, or you can soldier on, try to learn, and handle them with as much laughter as possible.

And the people in the group remind me that I don't have to do it alone. We all have weaknesses, but we can help each other through them.

Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up!

There will be a time when the group itself won't be for me. I realize that even now. We are given things in our lives to enjoy for a season, but they're not meant to last forever. Those who came to this conference will grow up and move on. But I hope we don't forget each other. I hope that we still find ways to do life together in the future.

And we'll look back and laugh, years from now. Remember that time when we had to turn around in the cornfield on the way to that concert? Remember when we kept throwing the stress balls at the youth pastor? Remember that time when the wheel almost fell off the truck?

We'll remember how insane it all was but how we somehow learned life lessons along the way. We'll remember how we changed and became better people despite or sometimes with the help of the crazy.

I guess that's young adulthood.

Or maybe that's just life.

By Federico Fioravanti on Unsplash

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Jessica Freeborn

Passionate writer that is enthusiastic about writing engaging, compelling content. Excels in breaking down complex concepts into simple terms and connecting with readers through sharing stories and personal experience.

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