By Sadie Young
Go to college they said. Get a degree they said. Find a fabulous job they said. Well, I’m calling their BS! Guess what world?! Adulting is hard, and I don’t like it. I think I’ll just pass on it, thanks.
I’m a 23-year-old college (mostly) graduate and what do I have to show for my life? A whole lot of nothing. My job is not bad, but not a career, my social life is mildly atrocious (I’ve reached the I-want-to-stay-in-my-pajamas-and-pet-my-cat stage), and my dating life is practically nonexistent.
I would like to blame someone for my shit show self: Barbie, maybe, although she seems to get blamed for a lot of stuff. Disney? They’re expectations for my love life could definitely be to blame. But it’s probably just me. I just suck.
In all seriousness though, this really isn’t how I thought I would be living right now. My feminist self aside, I thought I would be getting married-- I always said that 23 was the perfect age to get married-- and be established at an amazing career in some fashionable city, living the cosmopolitan way. Instead, I live in Utah. Yeah, Utah. So cosmopolitan. Heaven, help me.
But I know that I’m not the only one. No matter how much I feel like I’m all alone in my crazy, hot-mess little bubble, I’m pretty sure most of you can relate.
I’d like a metaphorical toast to all my girls that are tired of getting asked what you’re doing with your life; to those who are sick of hearing about the engagements and the baby announcements from all of your friends; to the girls that are this close to throwing in the towel and saying, "Screw it! I’m going to go live in a cave somewhere (aka my parents basement) and never come out to see the sun unless it’s to grab the pizza I ordered."
My ladies-- sometimes the crazy, unexpected life is the best kind.
So here is our shout out to the world: a declaration of a confident twenty-something. We’re awesome, single, and literally have no ties to anywhere! We can go take a week-long vacation in New York alone if we want (and I have!!). We can go move to China to teach English. We can dance in Vegas for an entire weekend, stay at the ghetto Hooters hotel, and almost get in a fight at a club (also done this!). We can flirt, laugh, party, travel, drink soda like water, not work out, and completely love ourselves, because this life is amazing.
No matter what I thought my 23-year old story would be, I’m writing it myself, standing up for me and doing what I want.
Because who else could do it better?