Life has a funny way of coming crashing down around you at the exact moment you believe the tide was turning.
That crash reminds you just how much on the precipice you always were, and in many respects–always will be…
However, in your moment(s) of weakness, despair, and misery the veil of illusion is pulled back. You remember who you are, your purpose, and your destiny long before the world super imposed the wishes, desires, and hopes of society and conformity upon you. It is in your darkest hour you remember who you are before the world told you , who to be.
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When I was younger, I believed life was not hard but we, as in people, made it difficult. I still believe this is the case. However, while Adulting, at some point in time, I realized life really was…is…hard!
It’s hard for several reasons, in millennial bulleted fashion:
there is always something you don’t know
there is always something you don’t know that you don’t know
there is always someone who has nothing better to do than to concern themselves with what you are doing, why you are doing it, and when you are doing it
at some point in time you are likely to suffer, or are suffering from the disease known as more (where what you have is never enough and you want more)
at some point in time you are bound to fall asleep behind the wheel, and when you wake up your life has been side-tracked–and you are not quite sure how to get it back on track
the pain of believed sunken cost will consume you (i.e. I have already spent 3 years of my life as an English major, why change now– by the way I was a poli sci major, this is truly an example)
sometimes life is plain and simple difficult and you do not know why
Bullsh*t rolls down hill
if you were born into a financially challenged family (because broke and poor are words that should be used sparingly) it may seem like you are in a never ending press to get ahead or if you were born into a family of comfortable means are always trying to escape the privilege or shadow of those means (so I’m told, I still am working on arriving)
As your mom told you when you were younger, simply because….
Regardless of the reason accept that lifeis hard but never let it stop you from being even tougher. Roll with the punches, and when the opportunity presents itself, or you make the opportunity–throw a few blows back!
Soooo, is it just me or did one day you fully felt the weight, responsibility, and gnawing feeling of adult-hood hit you like a runaway train?
Then… shortly, after you were saddened. As you begin to think about it, your conversation with yourself went something like this (at least this is how mines went, or at least something similar ):
” Wholly sh*t, I am about to be 30 in three years?”
Then I begin to think about my bank account…then I took a look at my bank account, my student loan bills, and then a deep introspective examination of my life and said,
“Oh, wholly sh*t, I am about to be 30 in three years?”
Following, the second pronounced and exclaimed “oh, wholly sh*t…” I begin to spiral into a depressive descent. Wondering and questioning,
“when did I get here?” (the proverbial “here” as in this juncture in my life)
“Is this how 27 is suppose to be look?”
Because it most certainly is not what I had in mind. I was thinking 27 would be more like the male equivalent of Jennifer Garner’s ” 13 going on 30″– I was suppose to be on track to being 30, forget flirty, but thriving.
Next, I did what most people would do in my position (at least that is what I told myself), I had a good boo hoo! Full on man tears ( of course, I kept it classy (at least that is how I am choosing to tell it; nonetheless, there were full on man tears)
Finally, I did what any self-respecting, millennial would do… I got mad and decided to take to social media… In actuality, I took some time to come up with a plan and chart a path forward, so that my next 27 years look as great as I know they will be.
After planning, I realized how many millennial’s out there are on the #StruggleBus (yes, I know the term is played out but let’s get real it precisely describes the millennial struggle). We are out here with big ideas, little guidance, a lot of resistance, and at times…what feels like diminishing hope.
So The Art of the Adulting Millennial was born. A guidebook to navigating the road between whatever you call post adolescences/ teenage-hood and becoming a full on “Adult” (whatever that means, because their definitely seems to be a low supply of good examples). I will discuss life lessons/rules for making it on the journey of Adulting.
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