Sometimes, you’re the person stepping on that satisfying, crunchy fall leaf. Sometimes, you’re the crunchy leaf. That’s life, I’ve decided...
I learned a lot of things in college about my looming professional life. Dress nicely, own a pencil skirt, don’t wear open-toed shoes, have a firm handshake, stop drinking so much on Thursdays, dye your hair every once in a while, write ‘thank you’ letters, have a unique and buttoned-up resume. BLAH.
When I was 18, I had totally different expectations for myself at 27. Then again, I drank cheap vodka and didn't wear sunscreen at 18, so I was a dumb idiot.
In New York, I decided I hate materialistic people, people in general (most of the time), staying out too late, spending $20 to get into a club, the hierarchy of Le Bain on a Saturday night, how frumpy/clumsy NYC makes me feel and how I feel constantly overwhelmed and on sensory-overload.
These are the things that matter to me: experiencing things, going on a random adventure and taking big moments and turning them into whimsical memories.
We can take a lesson from Joan Rivers -- to become humans brave enough to say innate and sometimes crude and inappropriate things. Her hilarity made her genuine. Her humor brought her to the present moment and made her stronger.
I can’t believe I “try” and give you all advice every week in these Twenty-Something Rules articles. I’m kind of a moron sometimes, and I definitely go to my mother once a week crying about how stupid I am for saying something ridiculous or for being overly dramatic.
I had an interesting week. AKA, I cried into a Strawberry Shortcake Popsicle in the broad daylight of my apartment on a weekday. It’s whatever.
Funny story: Last weekend, my best girlfriend, boyfriend and his best guy friend decided it would be a SUPER cool idea to break into a pool. Like my public apartment outdoor pool that locks at 9:30pm.
Life can be a shit sandwich. Accept it and move forward.
I am willing to bet $100 you are actively worrying about something right now. And I will bet $100 more dollars what you’re worrying about is not worth it.
When I was in fifth grade, I thought 27 was ANCIENT. When I was with my boyfriend’s little cousin the other week, she said 27 was old; her teacher is 27.
I was listening to Pandora on a long walk yesterday and a Rascal Flatts song came on called 'Things That Matter, Things That Don’t.' Despite its in-depth cheesiness and the fact I was getting my period that day, it rang so true in my mind. Let’s reflect.
These rules this week are coming to you fondly from two girls after a few glasses of wine, a long day at work, and in the small, messy kitchen of my apartment.
I read something the other day that really resonated with me. Okay, it was a tweet – either way, it was inspirational: Tell more people exactly what you feel.