Your twenties are supposed to be a little messy. That’s where you find out what fits.

Nobody arrives at twenty with a finished design for a life. The mess is the method: you take the job, find out you hate the hours, lose touch with someone, move, and each of those teaches you something a plan on paper never could. Calling that failure means grading yourself against a schedule nobody actually keeps. Fit gets found by trying things on.

You can start the trying now rather than waiting for the decade. Say yes to one thing this month whose outcome you cannot predict, and afterwards ask what you learned about yourself instead of how it looked.