Over the past year, thanks to bad office jobs, I’ve indulged in the blogging world. From blogs about home crafts, to weddings, to babies, and through each of these blogs I read I became…mildly obsessed with each. Seriously. I can’t tell you the hours I spent crafting, reading horrific birthing and toddler stories, and I have even become a certified wedding planner, all thanks to blogs. I think I became obsessed with all these blogs mostly because I was a 22 year old girl who was lost and confused with what to do with her life and searching for answers every where, trying every thing not to fail and seem like I have it together. But I don’t, I still don’t, hopefully soon, but probably not. So for the time being at least, I am going to write a blog. A blog about what my life is like, being 23, the ups and downs of trying to find yourself and figure out how to be a contributing member of society.
Every one tells you how awesome being a young adult is; you know the age between 17 and 21. Where you can make catastrophically horrible decisions and your parents still bail you out or when you are in your late twenties and you have every thing figured out and you've stopped making those catastrophically huge mistakes. But what people neglect to tell you is there is a group of us who float along, watch their friends get married, have babies, get promotions, and travel the world and there you are, working at a shitty office job, with a boss that wears the same outfit 4 out of 5 days a week, and smells a little weird and occasionally hits on you. So hears to us, the ones that don’t quite have EVERYTHING figured out yet.
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