The Twenties Club Turns Three: What I Know Now


The Twenties Club turns three today!

It’s one of those weird sensations where it feels like both such a long time and also like no time at all. Three years in the scheme of a lifetime is insignificant. A three year old human has only just mastered the art of walking up and down stairs.

But by contrast, a three year old blog has successfully navigated those initial years of figuring out what the hell it is, what it wants to say, and how it’s going to say it. It’s a really exciting but really awkward period of time, much like your twenties, and I remember feeling so sure of what The Twenties Club was, but articulating that to someone you don’t know – articulating it to the masses – is something else entirely.

One of the things I’m most proud of is that I’ve never lost sight of my “why”. And that’s because my “why” is really simple! It’s you! I started The Twenties Club because I believed that women in their twenties deserved a platform dedicated solely to them. And when you’re crystal clear about your “why” it becomes so much easier to make decisions.

This thing has taught me so much.

I’ve learnt that your gut instinct is right 99% of the time. Not 100% of the time. I’ve learnt that no matter how excited you are, never spend any less than twenty minutes making a business decision. Time it if you have to.

I’ve learnt that in order to be successful you need two groups of people: believers and supporters. Believers are those who don’t actually know you but intrinsically believe in what you are doing, they see the method in the madness. Supporters are those who are perhaps a little uneducated in the field you’re in (think: parents) but would follow you to the ends of the earth in order to lighten your load. Believers and supporters. Get both.

I’ve learnt that bacon isn’t actually that bad for you and yoga is much harder than it looks. I’ve learnt that dying your hair doesn’t get any easier or less expensive as you get older, that an online personality quiz doesn’t know you better than you do, and that there’s no shame in going home to your parents for the night. Recharge when necessary.

I’ve learnt that no woman is immune to stretch marks and that just because you’re a feminist doesn’t mean you have to like all women. Ive learnt that pain is a by-product of Big Love, and that driving under a bridge during a rainstorm is still one of the best feelings of all time.

I’ve learnt that there is really no such thing as beauty, just varying degrees of symmetry. And if you ever find yourself overwhelmed by the “beauty” displayed on Instagram, walk to the corner of a busy intersection and notice how insanely different the hundreds of pedestrians look. You’re okay, okay?

I’ve learnt that most romances need more friendship and most friendships need more romance. That a divorced 36 year old with an embarrassing family can marry a real life prince if she believes that she can.

And for everything I still haven’t figured out (believe me there’s too much to fit into a single blog post), I promise you’ll be the first to know when I do.

Thank you for being my “why” and I’ll see you soon.

Maddy. X

Header image by Holly Burgess for The Twenties Club