My travel buddy, Haley, and I recently spent a few days over Thanksgiving in Copenhagen, Denmark and absolutely loved the city. Even though we were freezing our bunz off, we enjoyed the immaculate architecture and the friendly people.
I travel a lot. I quit my job if I’m unhappy. I make snap decisions because I don’t like to waste my time.
I’m realizing as I get older just how much energy I’m losing every year. I know that once I start building a family, I’m not going to have the ability (or the vitality) to road trip through New Zealand or blow off work for The Ellen Show. That’s why I’m tackling my bucket list in my twenties.
I understand that I’m approaching life in a somewhat irresponsible way. Trust me, my thoughts are constantly battling questions like “Should I be saving for retirement?” or “What if I miss out on a huge career opportunity because I decided to take on a Scandinavian winter?”
I am nowhere near an award-winning journalist, but I’ve come a long way from the girl whose college professor said word-for-word “I would never hire you.”
Granted, I skipped a lot of class and half-assed my homework assignments… But come on, I was 18. Give me a break.
Now, I’m writing for Locale Magazine and get all the perks of a journalist like free concert tickets, dinners, and hotel rooms in exchange for an article reviewing the product, band, or location. Once you establish a name for yourself in the writing world, businesses will gladly treat you like royalty because they understand the weight of your opinion.
For the longest time, I put myself first, even if it meant hurting people along the way. My lack of consideration and egotistical actions gave me small wins every once in a while, but it was as if I was walking in massive circles, not realizing it was getting me nowhere.
Whenever I’m approached with the job interview question “What are your positive characteristics?”, I always include the word “adaptable”.
Since I can remember, I have been part of many different friend groups. The dancers, the jocks, the drama kids, the surfer dudes… I would float around and whenever I got sick of one group, I would just scoot over to the next lunch table.
This is how I would describe my social life now. It’s like a hodge podge of random people with all types of different hobbies, careers, and personalities. Some I met while playing flag football, some I met from past romances, some I literally met from Craigslist but that is an entirely different tale. Basically, no two friends are the same.