"Our twenties are our selfish years." As popular of a quote as this is, I feel as though it's true meaning isn't well understood. Talking with some of my peers, it seems that it is a common misconception that we are going to be living the high life in our twenties, which couldn't be further from the truth.
Selfish means focusing on you. Making decisions and choices for you. We all want to live the high life, but how do we do that without taking the steps to get there? My question is this- How can you do this when you're already tied down to someone? How can you focus on you, when you've already agreed to selflessly give yourself to someone else? I'm not saying it's impossible, but I know it has to be pretty damn hard. I know, because I tried.
We live in a society preoccupied with stereotypes, clichés, and deadlines. I too, fell victim to it. But guess what? I've decided to be a rebel. I've decided to say no, to go outside the norm. I'm 24 years old, I don't know who I am yet. I don't know what I'm doing with my life yet. If I don't know the answers to my own questions, how am I expected to try and figure it out with someone else?
"Soul mate", "Better half", "You are my world". Some other popular quotes that have consumed my generation. While some are drowning in it, I've chosen to swim from it. Again I say, I'm 24, I don't want someone else to be my world; that sounds pretty lonely and boring to me. Instead, I want to go explore the world, quite literally and figuratively. I don't have a better half, because I am not a half. I don't need someone to make me complete. I am a whole, independent woman. I am not searching for a soulmate, I am searching for the next big step in my life and in my career. By finally just focusing on me, I've had the chance to make some big changes and take some huge steps to get to where I want to be.
I've delayed writing this post because I was hesitant to write it. But I thought, why be ashamed of life lessons? Why not be proud of what you've been through? After all, it's gotten you to where you are. To think I've gotten this far, and I've got the whole second half of my twenties to continue living selfishly. So to that, I look life in the face and say, "Hit me with your best shot."
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Why I don't need a New Year to make a New Me
New Years Resolutions are just a whole bunch of hype to me. Why do you need to wait 365 days to set a new goal, to make yourself better? All sounds so silly to me. Which is why I don't believe in it, and I don't participate in it. I have the free will to stop at any point and say, this is not where or who I want to be, and change it. Which is exactly what I have been doing since July, since the beginning of not only my social media cleanse, but also my life cleanse as well.
It's been almost 6 months since I started my "cleanse", and it's been one hell of a 6 months. I've learned so many life lessons from such small life happenings, yet taken so many very large steps toward improving myself. It's crazy what a little tuning out of the clutter and background noise of life can do. When I first started my cleanse, I was worried about not fulfilling it. But then I realized, the cards were in my hands. The cleanse would be what I would make of it. I started making a list of things I knew I otherwise would have never done had I not been making the effort to make a change. At first, I had a hard time coming up with stuff. But then when I stopped trying, it seemed to triple in size. If this is what I've accomplished in 6 months, I can't wait to see what I accomplish if I can permanently maintain this new way of life.
It's been almost 6 months since I started my "cleanse", and it's been one hell of a 6 months. I've learned so many life lessons from such small life happenings, yet taken so many very large steps toward improving myself. It's crazy what a little tuning out of the clutter and background noise of life can do. When I first started my cleanse, I was worried about not fulfilling it. But then I realized, the cards were in my hands. The cleanse would be what I would make of it. I started making a list of things I knew I otherwise would have never done had I not been making the effort to make a change. At first, I had a hard time coming up with stuff. But then when I stopped trying, it seemed to triple in size. If this is what I've accomplished in 6 months, I can't wait to see what I accomplish if I can permanently maintain this new way of life.
An ode to a great ride
An old beater. That's typically the description you hear someone give to their first ride. My first set of wheels was worthy of more than that; Bullet Bill, sounds pretty catchy. That bad boy was a gem of a first set of wheels.
6 years, 153,000 miles, 10 states, 3 accidents, and one hell of a good time. It takes a pretty special car to be named after the best item you could ask for on Mario Kart to snag a first place title. Bullet Bill was more than just my first car, he was my first partner in crime. That bad boy was by my side for all my big life happenings- countless competitions, my college experience, my big move outside my comfort zone. His skill set was endless, taking care of all my life needs. He doubled as a shoulder (or steering wheel) to cry on, a comfortable cushion for a cat nap, hell he was like a second bedroom and dresser to me (as was evident by my apparent homelessness with how much of my wardrobe he carried.) It's always hard to say goodbye to a dear old friend, but I knew it was his time. He served me well though, and his replacement certainly has big tires to fill.
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, wow, what a ride!"
6 years, 153,000 miles, 10 states, 3 accidents, and one hell of a good time. It takes a pretty special car to be named after the best item you could ask for on Mario Kart to snag a first place title. Bullet Bill was more than just my first car, he was my first partner in crime. That bad boy was by my side for all my big life happenings- countless competitions, my college experience, my big move outside my comfort zone. His skill set was endless, taking care of all my life needs. He doubled as a shoulder (or steering wheel) to cry on, a comfortable cushion for a cat nap, hell he was like a second bedroom and dresser to me (as was evident by my apparent homelessness with how much of my wardrobe he carried.) It's always hard to say goodbye to a dear old friend, but I knew it was his time. He served me well though, and his replacement certainly has big tires to fill.
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, wow, what a ride!"
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