Assuming I can avoid a horrific motorcycle accident and anything created by Russell Brand for another month, I will turn 34 in July. And according to global averages, that puts me about halfway around the board in the game of life.
Backing things out from the time I’m likely to croak, I find that where I am now rests squarely on the moves I made -- or didn’t make -- during a very particular time in my life: my 20s. And perhaps most specifically, my ability to be the man I am today is directly related to the fact that I didn't stroll down any aisles to say my "I dos" during that decade.
Your 20s are for transformation
During my mid- to late-20s, I changed in more ways than during any other stretch of my life. A close second is the 0–7 era, during which time I successfully scrapped “frequent pant-shitting” from my résumé, learned the fundamentals of math and religion, and discovered, explored, and regularly regretted my infatuation with women.
Not entirely in that order.
Right after college graduation, submerged in debt and void of any hereditary financing, I was forced to let go of a business I loved that I started with two friends. In its place, I got a “real job” and spent several years working no fewer than 60 hours a week. I made friends, lost friends, traveled alone, networked, schmoozed, started drinking wine, barely slept, and took great pride in acting like I knew what “stress” was.