So I know I said that I was going to be done last week with this column, but I just...
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...
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...
Here’s the downside to reading so many blogs (if you’re anything like me): you’ll be envious.