For whatever reason a segment of our society still believes that 30 and 40-something year old women, single and no kids, is the biggest slipup of your adult life. I empathize because I am one of those women.
Even if you manage to quit you will soon have friends telling you “You have to RSVP to my event on Facebook” and “I told you I was going to be late on Snapchat!”
And now, I not only understand this advice, but I’ve dished it out a few times myself: “It sucks here. Don’t leave. It’s the greatest city in the world.”
Memes will make the next four years bearable.
You don’t need that boy or girl as much as you think you do. You don’t need to be in a relationship to truly feel fulfilled. You just need yourself and a little faith that someday, you’ll get to where you need to be.
What is the point? Why are we comparing ourselves to others when we should be celebrating the notion that we are unique because of our quirks, flaws and differences?
JK Rowling doesn’t hold back!