Tag: growing up

Make a Wish, Take a Chance, Make a Change

Yesterday was a really rainy day in Nashville, and I’m not sure why, but I really started reflecting on my life overall. For some reason, the song Breakaway by Kelly Clarkston came into my head, and it reminded me of when I was younger. I used to lay on my

Ain’t Nothing but a Quarter Life Crisis

Today, I turn 25. Lol wow, just typing that is sending my anxiety through the roof. Not gonna lie, this has been the first birthday ever that I didn’t want to come. I love my birthday – attention on me?! Yes, please! But, within the past month, I’ve been doing

24 Years and Counting – Advice So Far

Every year, I love celebrating my birthday. For some reason, I’m not as excited this year as past ones… I don’t know if it’s because 24 doesn’t seem cool and young or if it’s because this past year has been such a whirlwind. Either way, I’ve been doing a lot

Millennials are not the Problem

I’ve seen it posted a million times, I’ve heard people complain about us, I’ve read articles: Millennials are lazy. We’re narcissistic. We’re “even a bit delusional”. Basically, we’re the worst. And our parents? They fear for the future. But, I have a question for these people who feel so strongly

Why It’s Okay to Lose a Best Friend

I’ve seen it happen a million times: two people connect, on a level way past basic friendship, and they go from zero to 100 real quick. All of a sudden, they’re inseparable. You don’t see one without the other, and you definitely know that they’re a packaged deal. There’s no

8 Reasons Why Growing Up is Actually the Worst

“I can’t wait to be done with tests and stupid papers and immature people.” Maybe that’s what you think, but news flash: the tests don’t go away, they just change into performance evaluations; the stupid papers don’t end, they just turn into projects with stiff deadlines; and the immature people?

Stumbling Through Adult Life

After having a conversation with a really good friend of mine last night about my (seemingly) falling apart life, I realized something: I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t know what I want to do. I like everything. I’m passionate about a lot of different topics and careers.