Your favorite shot to take is Pepto-Bismol.
Wouldn’t it be great to know exactly what kind of mistakes you need to be wary of when you are young? If I had the possibility to meet my younger self this is the advice I would give.
This time of transition, when our wings are nascent and not fully fledged, can put our hearts in our mouths.
Two jobs later, I feel like I am still no further along in figuring out what the hell I’m doing or what I want to do. When you’re twenty-something, society looks at you like you are an adult. That’s not wrong, but the most adult thing I’ve ever done is probably set my bills on auto-pay.
You have googled “which number on the check is my routing number” at some point in the last month.
Above good grades and decent paychecks, aim for experiences. Don’t always play it safe. Be dynamic. Be weird. Make mistakes, get your heart broken, take that trip.
I previously thought that I had reached adulthood at 13 when I was forced to memorize hebrew prayers on my iPod color and invite 200 of my closest friends and relatives to a Nikki @ Nite themed party.
I may not be as truly independent as I thought I was, but it’s okay to cry for the home that will never truly be mine again – and the fact that I can appreciate the loss of it makes me realize how far I’ve come.
Let me guess, for the last, hmmm let’s say twenty years you have been without a doubt supported by your parents. I don’t mean in a spoiled way. I mean in a you don’t have to worry about your cell phone bill, the new car for your birthday is on them, and they don’t even dare to speak about the finances in front of you way.
For the first time in our lives (for some of us) everything is now our decision. Completely and fully ours. And that’s scary.