You're an adult?

 So, here's the thing...

Your "adult" life

is(nt) a complete disaster

Once upon a time, you were a little bubbly, clueless, innocent being. You dreamed of being a super hero, a princess, the president...Then one day, BAM. You're in your late 20's, and

running in circles as the days pass. You call your mom to book your appointments, call your dad to ask how to work your AC, and wonder what you're going to be when you grow up.

Sound similar? 

Millennial kiddies. We need to have a sit down. 

And I'm not necessarily talking to those of you who've made it happen. I see you. Some of us are late bloomers trying to catch up.

I'm talking to you - mid 20, feeling helpless, "what am I doing with my life," - kind of people. The ones who are like, "at my age my mom had 4 kids, a full time job, retirement saved and came up eating blanket fuzzies and beans because she was so poor. Now she's making dollas and I'm basically an overgrown child with bills and anxiety."

Um...wrong.

Hearing others say they understand and they are right there with you is supposed to make you feel better, right? Um...wrong. Are we all doomed to work 9-5 jobs, hoping to pop out some babies and survive? 

 

Guys, I'm talking to you, too. I know the endless amounts of hours you spend playing Call of Duty, getting dubs and shouting profanities for reasons us girls have yet to understand. But in the end, when does life kick in?

I've been working since I was 16. The second the calendar told me I was an adult on October 5th,

20something, I wanted to make money. Given, I wanted to prove to my parents that I was a mature woman so I immediately applied at Hooters...but I knew I wanted to be successful. Now here I am drinking white claws, with a degree I don't have a desire for, a husband screaming at animations with guns on the TV, and pets who I have more in-depth conversations with than humans. 

Chuckles to Self...

If you're still reading this, either you can relate, or you're sipping champagne in a hot tub of money with your billionaire friends chuckling at my inability to get my life together. But, I know we are in the middle of a pandemic - so you're probably sitting in that hot tub chuckling alone.

I've been through the whole mix of jobs. Restaurants, gyms, teaching 4th graders (my degree is in education...let's not talk about that), medical aesthetics...I've been on the constant search of where I belong. Where I am happy. Oh, there was this one time I thought I wanted to be a doctor. I shadowed my mom (who is a doctor) and I passed out. That was clearly out. 

So the search continued. 

 Okay, Let's Be Real

In reality, I'm not meant for a 9-5 clock in and out, busy work, do as I say or die kind of job. Does that make me a princess? Maybe. But you know when you're meant for something and when you're not. Let me tell you, I work and I work hard at whatever it is that I do, and I take pride in that. BUT, I want to work hard, be happy, and do what I want to do. I want to be my own boss. I think adults call that being an entrepreneur. Sign me up.

I have experience working in medical aesthetics for 3 years - botox, filler, skin care... the works. You think these high looking cheek bones, smooth skin, and plump lips were graciously passed down through genetics? Lol, funny you.

I've gained knowledge on different levels. From receptionist, management, specified services, back of house and
front of house; the list is endless. I wear my "employee of the month" buttons proudly. 

But, my sole identity beyond any of these job titles? The creative writer in the house - because that's what I'm good at and that's really what I enjoy.

A little sprinkle of humor here, a dash of relatable there, pretty words thrown about, aesthetically pleasing picture inserted, and vuala, content. 

Noted

Then come to find out, there is a career for that. An actual job. Excuse me, what?! Why didn't the job adults or the career police tell me about this in college when I was working my butt off learning how to teach kids math?

Now here we are. I'm venting to you about my adult stresses as I embark on a new and exciting adventure. And I'm teaching myself the ins and outs of learning how to be a freelance marketing copywriter - complete disaster or beautiful success? Results coming soon....

It may not be my dream of owning a vineyard, yoga studio, and selling candels all at the same time - but, I'm happy.  And maybe it will get me to my endless amounts of wine someday.

Baby steps, right?

So here's the thing...

You're getting older. You're flustered. You're feeling like time is lapsing around you. I getcha. But you're not meant to "settle."

 I'm not trying to be Mr. Miyagi preaching my know all knowledge. I'm an overgrown child, remember? I'm just telling you, that as a 27 year old going on 16, where we're meant to be, and when we're meant to get there will happen. 

Who knows? Maybe someday I'll be writing some sick ass sales, emails, or ads for you because I'm going to be a billionaire marketing copywriter who will be the one sitting in a hot tub with champagne.  

What do you enjoy? What is a hobby you do? Whether its crocheting, or even gaming (yes guys, still keeping you in mind) there are ways to do that, and build an empire.
Start there.

- the crocheted masks are super cute, but I think there may be some questionable error in their effectiveness - 

 I just know that those of us who are seemingly lost and in a cycle of "Ugh" - we will avenge ourselves. Manifest that shit. Know your value. Know your worth. 

Remember when Mr. Incredible was sitting in that tiny cubicle, looking sad and pathetic? Then remember when he realized who he was and said "fuck this cubicle, I can lift trains. I'm better than this. " He recognized his skill and what he was good at. 

You've got this. Now say it back to me so I can have confidence too. We've got this. All of us little adults peaking an age we don't want to talk about but feel like we are still in puberty.

What did learn today, class?

Push through.

Know your value.

Implement what you enjoy.

Realize and recognize.

Pay me to be your copywriter when you get there.

Unless zombies and aliens come and we have to pull some Walking Dead ish, then I don't know what to tell you.  2020 leaves me with no surprises anymore. Until that happens, stay sassy, stay working, and stay relatable.