Hey Y'all!
After many years of careful consideration and internal debate I have finally decided to become a "blogger". In a nutshell, I'm simply a southern raised twenty something who is trying to find a balance between 401K planning and whether or not I should eat Ramen in order to save money for weekend activities. My mother raised me to be a lady while my father taught me to speak my mind and in turn I am stuck somewhere between "Bless Your Heart" and "Kiss My Ass".
One day I woke up to a world where day drinking on a Tuesday was frowned upon and I was expected to actually find a way to provide for myself. It was horrible and I am still recovering.
So far my twenties have been THE weirdest period of my life and that includes the time I cut my own bangs when I was eight years old and got my yearbook picture taken with all five of my Spice Girl dolls. Along the way my peers have somehow evolved into 4 types of people: Some are getting married and having children (no seriously, like their own children...on purpose!) buying houses and embracing the permanence of their life decisions, others are continuing their education and prolonging the inevitable of having to actually settle into a field they'll probably hate, and some are still stuck in college mode, continuing to party 4-5 days a week and talk about how "turnt" they are getting on social media. I'm actually really thankful for the last group for obvious reasons but mostly because when I'm having a bad day I can think of them and justify treating myself to the pair of shoes I have been wanting to order online because "I could be doing way worse, right?"
Then there's people like me. I've accepted the fact that I'm no longer a college coed, I currently have no desire to further my education and the thought of growing a human inside me only to one day force it out and give it all of my money for the next 18-26 years terrifies me. I'm responsible enough to have a job, exist in corporate America and earn a decent living, but I still enjoy eating cereal with marshmallows in it and sometimes I accidentally leave my flat iron on for an entire day.
So, until I get a hang of this whole adulthood mumbo jumbo, I'll share my hot-mess of a life with you guys. I can't promise that it will be pretty, but reading about my life will probably make you feel really good about yourself....like really good.
(I would like to apologize to my mother in advance.)
