As some of you may know, I hate the term "twenty something." I hate that I go onto blog after blog and see, "Hi! My name is ___, and I'm a twenty something living in ___." Maybe I have such a problem with this because these girls are too embarrassed to say how old they are, and then I find out that they are younger than me.
Yeah, no. That has nothing to do with it. I just think it's a dumb saying.
I own the fact that I'm 26. I own the fact that my life is a shit storm and I'm never prepared for what is next. I'm okay with that, though. Because I know that if I'm going to fuck up, I should do it now.
Before my boobs sag.
I found a link to this post on Pinterest and had a smile on my face the entire time I was reading it. It's brilliant, and I suggest you haul ass over there and read it right this very second.
Somewhere between college and today, I lost myself. I wake up some mornings and I think I'm alone in this constant struggle to figure out who I am and what I want. But that post reminds me that I'm not alone. You guys remind me that I'm not alone.
So, thank you. I'm glad we're on this path together.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go read everything on that website. You should, too.