So I know I said that I was going to be done last week with this column, but I just can’t seem to stay away!...
I found my voice through this column, and I am forever indebted because of that. You guys have been with me through graduation, post-college life, struggles to find a job, a few bumpy relationships, and you were even there when I decided to go falling in love and more recently, get engaged. It’s been quite the ride.
It’s always been really hard for me to come to terms with the fact that I’m a full-grown adult. This is mainly because I still live with my parents where I remain holed up in my childhood bedroom, so I never feel like one. They pay for my food and shelter and cell phone bill (Hey, it’s cheaper on the family plan, okay? Don’t judge me.)
Post-grad life was supposed to be like an episode of Friends where everyone works amazing jobs and lives in giant ass apartment in amazing neighborhoods. Life was supposed to be a sitcom. Well, we now know that post-grad life is definitely not like a sitcom.
We all make different choices. We all take different paths. This is especially true as a twenty-something when everyone is at different places in life.
As young people, we need to be aware, involved, and passionate when it comes to the things we care about. This sounds super cliché and cheesy, but we are the future.
Last week, I briefly mentioned that wedding planning was already stressing me out. First off, I am 100% aware that it is all self-inflicted. No...
Guys, I’m stressed. Are you stressed? Because I am stressed.
I just want everyone to be happy, is that so terrible?
I figured he was going to ask me for some gum (as he always does) or the time or where we should get dinner later, but the question he asked wasn’t anything like that.
As I sat there and watched each skeletal actress get interviewed by a skeletal interviewer, I was feeling fat and inadequate and just plain gross. There I was, comparing myself to these women that I will never ever look like.
It took me forever to figure out what I was going to write about this week because I feel like I’ve written about everything. I’ve...
Here’s the downside to reading so many blogs (if you’re anything like me): you’ll be envious.
In our twenties, life just never settles down. You're confused and frustrated and discontent. It's hard to be happy when it seems like everyone else has their life together but you.
I started having anxiety a little over a year ago. Well, let me rephrase that. I started realizing that these panicked, hazy, pit-at-the-bottom-of-my-stomach moments were actually something called anxiety a little over a year ago.
So I’ve been in a relationship for about 8 months now. Though it’s not the longest relationship I’ve been in, it has definitely become the most meaningful and serious one.
Even when I bust my butt and truly give it my all, sometimes I just feel I fall short--with this column and with my life. Sometimes, I just can’t get a win.
Augusten Burroughs once wrote, “I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
When we have terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days, it’s hard to believe in anything good. We morph into these grumpy, moody people with dark clouds hanging over our heads. There is no hope for better days.
There is no advice I can give that these books haven’t already given.
Fortunately, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I still do not have a full time job, and I’m done beating myself up over it.
I watched my friends all graduate college. Some fell in love, some got amazing jobs, and some moved even farther away than ever before. Everyone seemed totally set. Everyone seemed to have it together. I felt so behind. I felt so far away from “set.”
Sometimes things just happen. We get new jobs across the country. We start families. We gain friends. People come in and out of our lives without warning. We make rash decisions. We fall in love with people we never thought we would. Life throws us these dang curve balls, and it’s our job not to strike out.
Writing takes work, and sometimes, when I’m down in the dumps, the last thing I want to do is work. These are the times when I would rather just listen.
It’s just so good for your soul to travel. I feel so good right now, just because I’m out of my comfort zone, which sounds contradictory, but I’m going somewhere with this. I’m somewhere different. I’m out of my bubble. I’m far from home—but it’s okay because I have warm fuzzies all around me. I have excitement and wonder and wanderlust.