“What are the most significant challenges or obstacles you have faced during training?”
My supervisor asked me this question during the seventh and last week of the training process for my very first job. Was it running on no sleep? Brain overload? Being away from my friends and support system?
“A lack of confidence.”
Read MoreDo you remember what you did four years ago today? No? Good. You probably don’t necessarily need to.
I know I sure don’t, but thanks to Timehop I get to relive every single post. Let’s talk about that. I completed college in five years (Bachelor’s and Master’s) and when I first started posting my thoughts on Facebook and Twitter I am convinced the world’s intellectuals wept. 18 year-old me had absolutely NOTHING of substance to say. I’m not all that convinced that 23 year-old me has much to offer either, but of this I am sure: At 18, I said some dumb shit.
Read MoreBeing alive is expensive.
It’s something you never really think about when you’re growing up because someone else is usually always paying for you. I didn’t even realize it when I was in college, because although I was paying for rent, utilities, groceries, gas, etc., I wasn’t yet aware of all of the hidden expenses that come along with being a person. That changed pretty quickly once I graduated and got my first adult job.
Gone were the days that I could just waltz into the campus clinic and get a free checkup and some $10 cold medicine. Now, even with health insurance, it’s at least a $20 co-pay to have someone look down your throat and be like, “Yep, you’re sick!” and then you have to go set fire to more money to get the medicine. Is your vision anything less than a perfect 20/20? Then have fun paying $70 a month for contacts, unless you want to just gouge your eyes out, which is what I’ve contemplated a few times.
Read MoreIt’s taken a bit of adjustment, but mornings have now become my favorite time of the day. There’s just something innocently hopeful about the quiet light of morning that I’ve come to fully appreciate.
If I can become a morning person, anyone can. Here are 4 tips for changing your mindset from "mornings are of the devil" to "I LOVE MORNINGS!"
Read MoreI began Hannah Brencher's If You Find This Letter the following morning before work, coffee in hand, my feet propped up on the chair in front of me on my balcony.
Two pages in I started crying.
Read MoreMy friends and I decided to go camping recently. We're all getting ready to start medical school, law school or a year of volunteer work and thought we should have one last trip to just have a good time. None of us are planners but we figured we'd just wing it. Spontaneity is the spice of life, right?
After running the plan by my dad, we decided it would probably be beneficial to make a list of supplies and food we would need. As we combed through my family's camping supplies I started to wonder, "How on earth are we going to pull this off?" But, that's what makes it exciting, right?
Read Morell my life I have watched other people use this strange superpower that I just didn't possess.
I remember an instance when I was ten years old and had friends who wanted to go to the mall. But my family was going to lunch. It was such a dilemma that I cried! I literally stood there crying, unable to choose between the two. I couldn't bear the thought of having to tell either my friends or my family “no.” I didn't want to disappoint anyone.
Fast forward to my junior year of college: I was working three jobs, two of which I was commuting an hour for three times a week for minimal pay. I was exhausted.
Read MoreWelcome to being human. You aren’t expected to know every detail about your future. If you had it all figured out, when would you have time for the amazing unknown? Would you welcome love, even if it comes earlier than you expected? Would you feel restless because love is delayed four years? Would you take the job where you could excel quickly, or would you take the job where you’d have to learn new things?
Read MoreI've written three different posts this past week alone, all trying - and failing - to communicate what I've been experiencing this month. Every critique I've had from people has been this: You're rambling. What's the point?
So here's the point: I don't know my point anymore.
"What's your dream job?" a friend asked me on afternoon over half-priced margaritas.
I didn't have an answer for him.
Read MoreI’m a simple person with a simple checklist for what makes a great album: a commitment to theme, a track-by-track flow so seamless it’s like one continuous, sonic masterpiece, and lyrical content so #relatable I would consider inking it across my own face if I got sad drunk enough.
Three big checks for Currents, the latest release by Australian psychedelic rock group, Tame Impala.
Read MoreIs there anything worse than the unknown? In this world that we live in where we can see if someone has read our texts, there is still so much that we can’t see, that we don’t know.
I think it makes it harder to not know things, when it is so easy to in fact know things.
I know that I personally have a love/hate relationship with this technological world. On one hand, there are the advantages that it brings. We can get information anytime but it has also made a twenty-something’s life so much more difficult.
Why hasn’t he texted me back? He read it. What could he possibly be doing? I’m sure we’ve all been there.
Read MoreLast week was the two month-iversary of graduation, and now that the initial shock of it all is finally beginning to settle in (although the nausea still hasn’t…), I find myself back to where I started from: a place that has been there through both kickball and keg-stands, both diapers and diplomas, and now is where I’m currently enrolled in the class “What-Am-I-Doing-With-My-Life-101.” Just like that, I am home again, back to my old bedroom walls who heard my oh-so-sassy-preteen self rant about how my mother wouldn’t let me wear darker eyeliner. I was lucky enough to learn and grow in a home that allowed me so much love and laughter, somewhere I once thought I could stay forever if the option was given to me.
So when I first came back for good, I didn’t want it to be different, wanted my home to rearrange itself back to the way I had always remembered it to be. But we painted the walls, and we got a new remote for the television. There are hardwood floors where carpet once used to lay, and there are new curtains hanging loosely over the kitchen window. Things are changing. Things have always been changing. And it felt like all at once, the home that in so many ways shaped me, made me who I was, wasn’t the home that I once knew.
Read MoreI always imagined what it would be like to be 23 when I was younger. The Golden Age of Adulthood, you could call it.
I pictured myself living in a big city, in the heart of downtown, drinking lattes in little cafés on my Sunday mornings. I saw myself being kissed goodnight on a stoop next to a trash can that stayed on the sidewalk. I would walk through an office building made entirely of glass, Devil Wears Prada style, in my high heels and pencil skirt, on the brink of missing my morning meeting, if only because my morning cup of joe I drank on my building’s rooftop captured my heart for a little too long.
Read MoreAs the credits rolled at the end of Wild, my friend and I were completely silent. This is a movie that neither needs nor asks for applause, yet earns it anyway.
Read MoreI turn 22 at the end of the month. I feel like no one ever tells you that this is what 22 looks like. Or maybe that's all they tell you.
Either way, my middle-schooler brain held a very cosmopolitan idea of what 22 would look like and this wasn't it. Cleaning up the shit of another person's child was not it.
I expected 22 to be its own kind of hard. But, like, in a sexy, Taylor Swift way. I expected long hours at an entry-level job. But again, like, in a sexy, Taylor Swift way.
I just didn't expect literal shit. And this much free time.
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