My best girlfriend and I are hitting the TOWN this weekend. By hitting the town, I mean traveling to New York (can you tell I haven’t been out much lately?). We’re both so excited. The trip itself has been very low-key and random; we booked it about two weeks ago.
We’ve already extensively planned our outfits, where we’re grabbing brunch in SoHo, how we’re going to try to find Dan Humphrey in DUMBO Brooklyn and how we are going to spend $30 hefty dollars to gaze at the city from Top of the Rock NYC. Oh, and of course, maintaining our personal PR tactics by thinking deeply about our future Instagram posts.
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. I can’t tell you enough — plan the trip. Take your best friend or boyfriend and get out there. It’s quite the world.
From one twenty-something to another, let’s pack (a very hefty carry-on) and point our nose skyward.
Rule #211: Stop complaining about being bored; boredom is impossible.
I read a super smart quote by Louis C.K. recently about boredom. In the quote, he mentions it is completely useless to be bored. We live in a vast world we have honestly seen infinite .0 percent of. The fact we’re alive is utterly amazing and we continue to discover and research and learn. Boredom is a dumb excuse.
Rule #212: Date someone that will give you a little sh*t.
Taking life too seriously is like a dry fart. You build things up way too much for an unsatisfying release. Surround yourself with people who can joke around a little bit. Obviously, know when to turn the sarcastic jokes off, but embrace them when they come along. Life is too short to over-analyze everything.
Rule #213: Anything is possible if you have the nerve.
If you have enough gusto, you can get anything done. Have a passionate impulse to get things accomplished that make you happy.
Rule #214: Nope, not OK to fart in your work cube.
Don’t you dare get comfortable in your cubicle. You never know when the CEO is going to come up behind you and ask for your Expense Report.
Rule #215: Screw the fancy pasta; just buy the Stouffer’s lasagna.
I was all hell bent the other day because I hadn’t cooked anything for months. Pinterest turns me into this monster that wants to be the next food blogger. I just moved into an apartment that has a beautiful kitchen with tons of counter space and the only thing I’d managed to do in there is ruin a batch of lemon bars. After promising my boyfriend a decadent meal, I rushed around the grocery store for some fancy pasta recipes. Then I skidded across the frozen food section. A box of Stouffer’s glowed in my presence. I dropped everything and bought it. Sometimes, you don’t have time to be elaborate. So be a bad ass and cook the frozen meal. You can be “a baker” when you have time.
Rule #216: Wash your face every night, get a haircut every three months and laugh at something everyday.
The only three beauty regimens you need to know. OK, and drink some water.
Rule #217: If you’re a grammar nazi, shut the hell up unless you’re asked for your opinion.
I’m a grammar nazi myself, but I know when to shut my trap about my weird and ANNOYING critiques. Grammar people, worry about you. You’ll get ahead anyway.
Plan The Adventure and Go! [Twenty-Something Rules]
