Dating is hard. Single is hard. Relationships are hard.
Lately, I’ve been spending my time learning truths. I mull over them, sucking on them slow like a hard candy in my mouth until the flavor runs out.
My love for old people began at church.
The Powerpuff Girls are 21.
You’re supposed to be just a number. An even, two-digit number that just so happens to rhyme with “dirty” — nothing more. So why do I continue to look at you with such trepidation and disdain?
Your relationships are your most valuable assets.
Sleep hygiene becomes an actual thing instead of a weird myth you read about once.
Since he’s so easy to be around and asks for nothing, I wanted to please him, to make him happy, the same way I feel towards my dog — which is probably the closest thing to love I’ve ever felt.
So, what changes? There is a shift in focus. In three words: confidence, gratitude, and purpose. Don’t be mistaken, even 30-year-olds falter, but the 20s build-up come together to offer more of these three than you’ve had before.
As a teenager, you should be drunk; in your early 20s, recovering from the hangover whilst tackling the stinging realities of work and rent. In your mid 20s, you should be climbing ladders, property, and career, and by the end of your 20s, you better be thinking about children, or it may be too late.