I use think that adults had everything figured out--that they were confident, knowledgeable in all things, and complete. However, as I am quickly approaching 30, I realize just how messed up adults are. We don't really talk about the fact that no one knows what they are doing--not in the grand scheme of things. We don't have all the answers. If life was an exam, most of us would fail it. And that's okay.
We don't have to have everything figured out. We don't have to have our entire lives planned. Society gives us a a brief outline of when we should complete different events in our lives, and if we don't stick to that timeline, we feel as if we've failed.
Go to college after high school, Find your soulmate and marry in your early 20s, Have a couple of kids before you turn 30, Get old and retire.
But, ladies and gentlemen, be a rule breaker. I'm not telling you to go out and kill people because that is a pretty good rule. Not killing people is good. What I'm saying is that it's okay to go back to school in your 40s or to not get married when all of your other friends are. Create your own timeline. Own your life.
You are enough.
Monday, February 25, 2019
Friday, February 15, 2019
Fight Against Gravity
Photo Credit: Tiffany Conley
Yesterday began as any other day. My cat woke me up at 6 AM, whining and purring. I got ready and left to pick up my friend for work. As I was walking down the stairs carrying multiple bags, lunch, and a cup, I thought It would suck if I fell right now. My foot apparently didn't get the whole message. Only hearing fell, my foot decided "Okay, if you say so." It was at that moment that my foot chose to slip from the stair, causing me to go tumbling down multiple stairs and landing hard on my bottom. Covered in water from the rain, soaked stairs and orange soda from my cup, I glanced over to see if my neighbors had seen this cringe induced moment, and to my dismay, I saw the shadow outline of a woman peeking through her blinds, curious to figure out the noise at 7 AM. That's when I knew it: Gravity was my nemesis.
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