Dating a Type 1 Diabetic

When I first met Dan, diabetes was one of the first things we talked about. It could be due to the fact that I have no filter, nor do my outspoken friends. We all became immediately curious after noticing his pump, which I initially thought was an old-school pager (which in a way it is). Prior to knowing Dan, the only thing I really knew about type 1 diabetes was that pop star, Nick Jonas had it, which isn’t saying a lot. I normally feel at ease prodding people with my nosy questions, but I knew this was a sensitive subject and that Dan is typically quite shy. As my girlfriends and I bombarded him with invasive questions, he opened right up and shared his story. After that first conversation I had with him, I immediately picked up on one of Dan’s finest qualities, his patience.

Since Dan and I began dating, I am still learning a lot about his diabetes, but one thing I know for sure is that his patience with type 1 is heroic. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the disease, it requires a lot of upkeep, you could say it’s pretty high maintenance, just like me. From pricking his finger numerous times a day, constantly checking his monitor, stabbing his waist to hook up his pump (that essentially sustains his life), waking up multiple times at night, having to eat even when he’s stuffed, or feeling ill because he’s too high or too low…I have not once heard him complain. Dan is as patient with me as he is with his disease, and that is saying a lot.

Just like he balances his insulin levels, Dan also balances me. And since he is so modest about his diabetes, I am going to be straightforward and give you the raw version of what it's like to live with type 1. The reality of having type 1 diabetes is waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, feeling nauseous and faint, having to check your monitor during dinners, at a bar, during a wedding, or at the movies. It’s having to politely ask for a snack after you just ate, worrying about leaving the house without your supplies, or having your sensor fall off when you’re swimming. Type 1 Diabetes is having to carry all of your supplies with you everywhere you go, worrying about going too low or too high when enjoying a beer, plugging and unplugging when you do activities, and getting tangled when snuggling with your significant other. However, Dan doesn’t complain about any of this. He makes it look easy.

Since Dan was 13 years old, he has had diabetes. That means he has depended on pricking his fingers to test his blood sugar and manually jab a large needle into his stomach or back to serve as the catheter that connects to his insulin pump, which he has to then mathematically calculate the exact amount of insulin to inject in his body in order to keep him alive. In my opinion, Dan should be the role model for all diabetics because of his extraordinary qualities.

Although his disease doesn’t seem to faze him, it definitely tugs at the heartstrings of his family, friends, and now me. As his girlfriend who gets queasy around needles, blood, and even the smell of his insulin, I want to help him as much as I can. Whether that be throwing away his used test strips, carrying his supplies around in my purse, sprinting to get him a snack or juice, or waking him up in the night when he goes low, I want to be as supportive as I can. I want to fight for a cure.





Whatever your story may be, it’s time to break up with the ghosts of boyfriends past. When relationships end we’re left with a mess. And that mess includes a lot of baggage.

Baggage can come in the form of stress - the stress and turmoil of never getting closure, the questions that were left unanswered, the grief of being cheated on, the loss of your significant other’s family who treated you as their own child.

It can also come in the form of literal, physical, baggage. The lease to the apartment that you shared. The first pet you bought together. The fugly poster he loved so much. The point is…the list of baggage is endless.

When a relationship ends, it hurts like hell. The pain is overwhelming and feels like a wound that won’t stop bleeding. Memories rush through your head with every song you hear, every mention of their name, every destination you traveled to together. It just seems impossible to move on and ignore these constant reminders.

The weight of the baggage makes you feel like it’s physically impossible to move on. You try your hardest to keep your chin up when in reality you feel like your heart has been shattered into a million pieces and you’re the only one left to clean it up.

As if the actual breakup didn’t hurt enough, dealing with the aftermath is even more challenging and time consuming. It’s a concerted physical effort. It’s work. The frustration, the hurt, the poor communication, the trust issues…these bad habits will stick with you if you don’t handle them appropriately. We get so caught up in the initial break up that we forget to address our feelings and allow ourselves time to grieve and most importantly heal.

As we all know, a very common way to mend a broken heart is by jumping into a new relationship. However, the hurt you neglected to deal with before will eventually catch up and you will end up hurting not only yourself, but your new bae.

Before you dive into a new relationship you need to focus on yourself. Are you really ready? Are you really over your ex? Are you still secretly holding onto the thought of getting back together? Are you still bitter and spiteful?

The bottom line is, if you’re still thinking about your ex you are not ready for a new relationship, and it’s not fair to hurt someone else during your healing process. If your head and heart are still stuck on your ex, then you’re not going to find your one true love. You are going to attract others who are broken and flawed because you are not yet the best version of yourself.

I had trust issues in my first serious relationship and I let it disrupt my next relationship. Consequently, I let my insecurities get the best of me, I questioned my own judgment, I made mistakes, and it was only a matter of time before that relationship dissolved.

I figured time would help me move forward but once again, I had baggage weighing me down like a ton of bricks. Luckily, I became aware of this phenomenon. I became conscious of the baggage I carried; the ghosts of my ex-boyfriends lingering in and out of each new relationship.

It took me a very long time to realize that the end of my long term relationship wasn’t my fault. Actually, it had very little to do with me at all. Some people just aren’t meant to be together, and that’s the scary thing about relationships. They either last forever or they end. And the end is never going to be pretty, let’s face it.

Pain can last for a very long time which is why it’s so hard to deal with. It takes time for memories to fade and scars to heal, but your painful past doesn’t have to define you forever. It takes effort to remain patient in the process. But, if you stick with it and keep trudging, you will eventually be able to leave the past in the past. The baggage of your ex will become less of a burden and more of a lesson.

Yes, being single is absolutely terrifying, especially after being in a serious relationship. But once you find yourself again, you will bounce back stronger than ever. And with this new mindset, you will attract the person you were always meant to be with. And his baggage will come in the form of a Louis Vuitton trunk.

Dry January

We all have resolutions and participating in “Dry January” is not one of mine. The phenomenon presumes that giving up alcohol for a month will lead to an overall healthier year and is actually gaining a lot of popularity among quarter-lifers. I fully support the idea of starting the year off healthy, but I don’t think swearing off alcohol for 31 days is going to instantly lead to a healthy new year.

If my state of “health” is determined by the amount of alcohol I drink, than I’d likely be considered very unhealthy, when in reality I'm not at all. I'm a healthy, motivated, twenty-five year old with a solid career and a strong work ethic. I like to eat healthy and I regularly hit the gym, but I also like to socialize and go out on the weekends as most twenty-somethings enjoy doing. I am constantly and consciously putting myself in social situations where alcohol is in the mix, whether it be Trivia Tuesday or post-work happy hours. I’m not saying I get "turnt" every night but I definitely enjoy a glass of wine here and there and I think that's normal for our age.

A large majority of my peers have started "Dry January" in hopes to kick off the New Year with a healthy start... bravo! They have verbally committed to breaking up with booze for a month, cold turkey, not a drip, not a drop. "Dry January" has lead me into a confusion,  mostly because my friends are just like me. They enjoy drinking and socializing but they also have their sh*t together. They go to work, they eat pretty healthy, they exercise (but not to excess), and they like to socialize so why is there such a pressure to give up alcohol in January? Do I have a problem because I'm not jumping on the band wagon? 

The main issue I have with “Dry January” is that realistically this resolution is probably not going to magically lead you to a healthier lifestyle. It will definitely test your willpower and strength, but cutting out alcohol for a single month isn’t going to significantly impact your long-term health and wellness. Sure, going dry definitely has its benefits, especially going dry for an extended period of time so why not try that? The real resolution should be to consume less alcohol in general rather than completely swearing it off and torturing yourself for a month.

Those who did end up participating in "Dry January" made this decision prior to New Year's Eve. Therefore they ended boozing HARD leading up to January. Probably consuming a month's worth of alcohol in the span of a week. Bottles to the face, making out with f*ck boys, passing out fully clothed, dancing on tables, and lots of drunken tears. All of those actions validated by the fact that they will not be having a drop of alcohol starting January 1st (except for New Year's Day brunch…obviously). Honestly is Trainwreck Amy Schumer how we should be starting our path towards a healthy new year?   

Realistically, if you’re goal is to have a healthier year, you shouldn’t go full blown “dry” for a month. Yes, you probably should minimize your overall alcohol consumption for an extended period of time because that is what adulting typically entails. However, restricting yourself from the things you enjoy will likely make your crave it even more making  it extremely hard for you to resist that wine. Whether it be avoiding wine or chocolate or not eating junk food you can't immediately restrict yourself. Setting up unrealistic expectations is unhealthy in itself. Say you have that one glass of wine and break your "Dry January" resolution, you're going to be left feeling discouraged, unhappy and ultimately unhealthy with your new “f*ck it” attitude.

Resolutions should be realistic not extreme. Therefore, I will not be giving up alcohol in January because giving up alcohol for a month does not make me a healthier person. In order to be healthier, you need to have a positive mindset and realistic goal in mind. Restricting yourself from something you enjoy is not a healthy way to kick off the New Year. Don’t drink an entire bottle of wine in one sitting, but please do enjoy a glass.


A One Way Break Up


Break ups hurt like a b*tch. I'd probably rather get physically injured than deal with the emotional pain of a break up. There's no way to describe the pain, it's both physical and mental. It's a f*cking mess. The anxiety, the panic attacks, and the incredible fear of being alone are mentally consuming. Break ups are even more complicated when it's not a mutual break up, it's a one way break up with no return. 

My boyfriend recently fell out of love with me. I was completely blind sided by the news. We'd been on and off since high school and I always thought he was the one. I surrounded my life decisions around him because a future with him was my top priority. It didn't matter where I worked or where I lived as long as he was by my side. I was ready for the wedding bells, a house in the suburbs (even though I'm a city girl), and maybe even a few kids down the road. I had this picture perfect image of where I'd be in the next 5 years and I think I got way too comfortable with that mirage. 

I was very satisfied with our relationship. He made me happy, we cared deeply about each other, we lived together, we even had pets together. From the outside in, we were the epitome of #couplegoals. We were the high school sweet hearts who actually survived. Little did I know it was all a fraud.

I mean we definitely had our ups and our downs but I never saw any deal breakers. We had trust issues, we had fights, we had financial woes, but at the end of the day we had each other. We had a relationship of 7 plus years together. How could anyone just throw that kind of love, that kind of time, or that kind of investment away without looking back? 

When he told me he didn't see a future with me I honestly felt as though I'd been conned. I had been fooled by a man I spent almost every waking second with. All those holidays, movie nights, family time, vacations, and weekend trips together and now you're now telling me it's over? I had always put his happiness ahead of my happiness and because of that, I don't know who I am without him. 

My mom always told me you can't change the spots on a leopard. If he hurt you once, he'll hurt you again and he sure as hell hurt me again. And I regret letting him back into my life after the first time he hurt me. I regret revolving every decision around an unappreciative boyfriend. I regret trusting him. I regret putting him over my family, my friends, and my career. I regret rescuing him from every shady situation he got himself into. But most of all, I regret blaming myself for the failure of our relationship.

I may not have been the perfect girlfriend but I damn well tried. I gave him all I had, emotionally, physically, mentally, and financially. And now I am left trying to solve the mystery. What went wrong? When did things go down the drain? Why do I still care? Was there always someone else? Why her? Why did you use me? Will I ever get closure? When will I be able to move on? Did you ever even love me?

These thoughts haunt me everyday but I know that time heals everything. My emotions right now may be raw and my wounds deep, but I know that I won't be damaged forever. It's finally time for me to find out who I am without my plus one. 

Getting Laid...Off

IG: @AlexBarz

IG: @AlexBarz

Whether it's restructuring, corporate demands, or downsizing... getting laid off sucks. Prior to actually getting laid off I didn't know the difference between getting laid off and getting fired. I figured they were one in the same. Your job is gone... bye Felecia! 

I lost my job last Spring. I can't say I was completely surprised since I'd seen numerous colleagues either leave on their own will or get the boot. The work environment had become very unsettling, but why would I lose my job?! I'm a valuable employee, I ran social media accounts for million dollar clients, I went to college, I had friends!

Well... the day finally came. We lost one of our biggest clients which made up 75% of my workload and therefore my position was being "eliminated." I was in utter shock when the news hit me. They babbled on about unemployment benefits, severance pay, career workshops, recommendation letters, networking events, but I was in my own little world. It felt like the apocalypse hit me. 

I had never seen my supervisor look so uncomfortable... but I can't blame him. I had snot running down my nose and was crying like a colicky baby as he handed me tissues. As I returned to my cubicle I felt like I just got benched from the Super Bowl. I had goals to accomplish, a corporate ladder to climb, parents to make proud, bills to pay, vacations to go on, and a superb LinkedIn profile to maintain. 

As I packed up my cubicle and said goodbye to my work family I felt almost blessed. I wasn't in love with my job and the environment had become quite depressing. Of course, I didn't have the balls to leave myself. But, I was finally escaping a place I spent 40+ hours a week doing something I didn't totally love. While I finally came to terms that maybe getting laid off was a good thing I still had my doubts. 

I was going to have to make some huge lifestyle changes... aka saying goodbye to that bi-weekly paycheck that I used ball out at happy hour with, online shopping binges, and extremely necessary trips every weekend to visit my long lost college friends who are scattered across the country. I was now the only person in my social circle who was unemployed and I was ashamed about it. My friends all had "bomb" jobs to flaunt on social media and excess money to spend on lavish handbags and weekend getaways. And I'm just over here like... help me I'm poor. 

I know my terms of reality are a little skewed. I know millennials feel more entitled than they should, but being unemployed isn't an easy adjustment. I had high lifestyle standards and career goals and all of these plans were brought to a screeching halt.

I still get anxiety when my friends ask me how is the job hunt going? What are you doing to stay busy? Why haven't found a job yet? Mind your own beeswax! To my surprise, the pressure to find a job comes mostly from my friends rather than my parents. I guess that's just the competitive nature of us millennials. 

Getting laid off sucks. Finding a job sucks even more. But everyone has to stray away from their five year plan eventually. And on the bright side, I have been able to learn more about myself and my interests that I wouldn't have been able to discover sitting in my cube. So if you've been laid off, quit your job, or have been fired... hang in there. 



Misery Loves Company

Everyone has that one friend who should come with a warning label. The glass half empty friend, the complainer, the Debbie Downer, or the drama queen. My question is, why do these friends have to bring down others around them?

It's like contagion. If they're miserable, you're supposed to be just as miserable as them or else they're not satisfied. Misery loves company. 

They manage to find the bad in any good you may throw their way. No matter what kind of mood you may be in, the miserable friend knows how to bring you down. Miserable people will point out the negative in any situation, just for the sake of spreading the gloom. This dark cloud floats over them wherever they go and unfortunately spreads to those around them.  

Have you noticed that miserable people tend to be friends with other miserable people? Some of these friends may have already been miserable to start with and find comfort in knowing they can all be miserable together. However, others may have been perfectly happy until they were caught off guard by the plague of misery.

Welcome to the pity party.

Even if you put them in a positive environment with happy people they can somehow convert that up-lifting energy into negative energy. Perhaps they are introduced to a new person or even an old friend, friends making friends, right? Wrong. They don't like people, especially new people intruding on their pity party. Since they don't like seeing others happy, they will cop an attitude to whomever they meet. 

Miserable people are also very possessive. They don't want to see their friends have other friends, or a significant other, or even a really cool job. And, they will do their best to jeopardize those relationships and those achievements. They need to be the center of attention 24/7. 

If miserable people came with a warning label, they could easily be avoided.  Similar to a drug with bad side effects or a dangerous animal at the zoo with a "Do Not Touch" sign. Perhaps their warning label would say, "Hello, my name is Miranda and I don't like people" or "Hello, my name is Dana and I cause drama wherever I go."

Jealousy, aggression, sass and straight up shit-talking are common qualities of a miserable person. 

Bring them to a social event and you can guarantee they will cause some sort of rumble. Miserable people aren't ashamed of being rude or saying what's on their diluted mind. They have no filter. They will make sly little remarks in order to fuel the fire and won't stop until it is fuming.

They grasp onto the minute flaws they find in others and get high off pointing them out. They want to bring others down to their level, because it's unfair seeing others happy. These flaws may not even exist. In their minds they do, enough so, that they will relentlessly point them out, encouraging others to pipe in and agree just to fortify their clouded beliefs. 

Miserable people have a different perspective on the world than most. This is likely due to their own insecurities, and as insecure as they may be, they somehow maintain a pretty large ego. They may dislike themselves, but they dislike everyone else much more. They carry themselves on a fictional pedestal where they can do no wrong and their sh*t smells like roses. 

Miserable need a reality check. If you're friends with someone who discourages you, envies you, or doesn't bring anything positive into your life, they need to go.

In a perfect world, they'd be able to share the happiness of others and see the positive in any situation. They'd treat others with respect and steer clear of drama, rather than running head first into it. If you don't see those changes happening anytime soon for your Negative Nancy, you need to move on. 

You can no longer be the company to their misery. No matter how long you've been friends with this miserable person, it's time to kiss them goodbye. Because, why should you have to put up with someone who dims your sparkle?

Diagnosis: Quarter Life Crisis

Quarter Life Crisis (n): Typically occurs post college and is a time period where your way of thinking changes. You realize you are now an adult and you are supposed to make something of yourself. You become extremely overwhelmed, indecisive, and filled with doubts. 


Example: Does waking up at 6 a.m. to get dressed every morning in your "yo-pro" uniform that says "I'm going to be a boss" wear you down? Or how about sitting in traffic for an hour, in your stuffy outfit, in the car you're still paying off? All of this, just to get to your entry-level job that you'll hopefully excel at in order to pay for the clothes, the car, and the shoe-box apartment you're never in. And once again, this agonizing routine continues when you finally leave the office around 9 p.m. just to go to sleep and do it all over again. If you're asking yourself "what's the point?" you might be experiencing a quarter life crisis. 

Symptoms: Symptoms may vary based on the person. 

  1. Depression. You'll never admit you're depressed or feeling depressed... but you are.
  2. Frustration. You've become an angry, violent, puberty-ridden human being mad at life.
  3. Out of Place. Where do I belong? What am I doing? What is life?
  4. Being told what you should do and feeling trapped. How many times are your parents going to tell you what to do before you actually bang your head against the wall?
  5. Feeling like life is a lie. Thanks for nothing, Dean's List. 
  6. You feel like your twenties are over even though they just started. 
  7. Anti-Social.  You've started to detach from friends and family due to the amount of stress you're feeling.
    1. Q. Do you wanna go out for drinks?
    2. A. Netflix. 
  8. Fear of Failure. Feeling as though you've or you are failing. Feeling as though the only answer is failure. Whether it be at a friendship, job, or relationship.
  9. Personal Appearance Retrograde: Instead of waking up and putting in the effort to look like a real person you just don't care. 
  10. Lack of Confidence. At work and in life, you don't feel up to par. Remember that presentation you bullshitted in college and got an A+ on? 
  11. Indecisive: Hi my name is ______ and I am indecisive. You are indecisive to the point where it is paralyzing you. You can't decide anything. Whether it's where to order food from or where to live. 
  12. Unable to find a decent job. You can spend all day and night searching and perfecting your cover letter but your not getting anything in return... except maybe a job offer in sales 100% commission. 
  13. Settling for a job that is just decent. Maybe you take the job because it's the only offer you've gotten in the past 2 months despite all your efforts... and you're not a fan and you have no passion to excel. 
  14. You hate your job. Maybe it pays great, maybe you have friends there, maybe you got promoted but you hate it and dread it so much that you hate waking up in the morning. 
  15. Not working at work. Instead of working at work you job search at work... all day. You could care less if you got fired. 
  16. You loathe everyone at your job who get's a promotion.
  17. Constantly comparing yourself to your friends. Cyber-stalking (aka Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook, LinkedIn) all of your friends who are the same age as you just to see how you stack up. Well, let's face it... social media makes life look a lot prettier than it really is. 
  18. Comparing yourself to your parents. "Well at your age I had 10 job offers before I even graduated college, and I was engaged, and I built my own house, and I shat glitter."
  19. Buying an animal. You buy a cat or a dog just because. This cat or dog quickly becomes your life. It dominates your Snapchat, Facebook and you even created a Instagram account for it in hopes that your pet will bring you fame... even if it's just instafame.
  20. Wine. You've been drinking a lot of it. 
  21. Nostalgia: You feel increasingly nostalgic for your high school and/or college days.
  22. Laziness. You're lazy to the point that you no longer hit the gym regularly, grocery shopping and doing the laundry are now daunting tasks that you avoid at all costs. Why don't you just ask me to run a marathon in a blizzard while you're at it?!
  23. You're gaining or losing weight for no apparent reason. Oh you look so skinny... are you okay? Or... Maybe we shouldn't order pizza (because you look obese). Why don't you stress me out some more?!
  24. You're Poor. Oh... you don't have your dream job that pays 100K right out of college? Wait.. your parents cut you off and you can't afford your rent in that fabulous city?
  25. Having arguments with the people you love just for the sake of releasing some stress. Instead of going home happy as a clam and having a post-work cocktail to celebrate a long day, you start a Real Housewives of My Appt shout off with your roommate and/or sig. other.
  26. You despise happy, optimistic college students. You run into them at Starbucks all cheerful and giddy and you want to throw your steaming hot latte in their face. 
  27. You don't like where you live. You just don't... it's either too expensive, too overwhelming, too boring, too far away, or too close to your parents to like. 
  28. You're in a relationship. Is he the one I'm going to marry? Or am I just wasting my twenties being in a relationship that's not even the real deal? 
  29. You're single. Tinder, Match, Hinge, OKCupid... you've tried it all and you're still single and ready to become a crazy cat lady. 
  30. You're 99% sure that quitting your job and traveling the world is the answer to all of your problems.

Treatment: To be continued... 



Boston, MA, May 2013

Boston, MA, May 2013

The first time I experienced symptoms of the quarter-life crisis was on graduation day. I woke up with an agonizing hangover...and I continued to tango with the toilet throughout the commencement ceremony. Among the thousands of other graduates in my class, I definitely stood out...not in a good way. My beautifully decorated graduation cap and red gown cat-walked up and down that arena in a not-so glamorous manner. Besides our speakers, Judy Smith (the real Olivia Pope) and Morgan Freeman (the actual voice of God), I was the center of attention. Luckily, I held myself together enough to walk up on that stage and receive my $50,000 empty envelope that signified the fact that I am now an adult.

You would think that Morgan Freeman's voice drowning out the sound of my pitiful prayers to the porcelain God would be a wake-up call. Or maybe just the expression on my parents’ face as I continued to race to the bathroom would do it. Well, needless to say, that day was an aggressive tap on the shoulder telling me to get my shit together. 

Following my humiliating graduation side show, I came to the realization that I now had to move out of my college apartment. This apartment was everything. It was the place I had been living for the last 3 years with my 7 best friends from college. It was our home. Yes, it was a sh*t hole apartment in the college ghetto, but we made it feel like home with family meals, movie nights, epic pregames, and an unfathomable amount of love. I was surrounded by this crew of girls throughout my entire college experience. We met the first week of college, moved in together sophomore year, and the rest is history. As soon as I realized this wasn't going to be home anymore, panic struck. I felt like my whole world was crumbling down. My solid foundation–my home, my hood, my friends, and my life were gone!

After moving my life out of that apartment, leaving my best friends and memories behind, I felt completely lost. While most people find graduation day to be one of the most turnkey, exciting, monumental times of their life, it felt like doomsday to me.

The questions of "What are you going to do?," "Where are you going to live?," "Did you find a job yet?," and "Do you have a boyfriend?" continue to haunt me to this day. Pressure to get a job, find a place to live, and figure out who to live with were just the beginning of worries I had. And, I still have the same worries today.

We're taught in college that once we graduate from this fabulous university we'll find our dream career, make a ton of money, and live in our dream city with our best friends, where we'll fall in love and live happily ever after! We'll have it all; everything will magically happen. No need to worry! Well it's safe to say that's a bunch of bullshit. Following my graduation, from my prestigious university, I had an empty envelope, an empty stomach, and a head full of worries.

I guess life was just saying, "Welcome to the quarter life!"

The Quarter Life

The Quarter Life (n): The quarter life is a period of time in your life, typically ranging from your early twenties to early thirties (please note: this time period may vary from person to person). During this time, one may experience doubts about their own lives, relationships, friendships, and careers. The stress of becoming an adult is real and in return may cause one to experience a quarter-life crisis

Highline - NYC,  March 2014

Highline - NYC,  March 2014

The quarter life is probably the most pivotal time in our lives. We are young adults entering the world of opportunity. We've survived puberty, we've experienced hardships, we've fallen in love, we've graduated from college, and we're now taking all of these lessons and applying them to our future. 

Looking back, high school and college were easy peasy. It was like being in an institution. We had rules to follow, a set schedule to live by, friends came easily, and the term "YOLO" essentially unified us all. Now, we're at a point in our lives where there are no set rules, there's no set schedule, and there's no guarantee you're going to be best friends with the people you work with. You're on your make your own rules and your own schedule.

We're the generation that doesn't want that set in stone 9-5 job...but we're still not really sure what we want. We obviously want friends, but how can we make them if we're stuck working in a cubicle all day? Or, how do we find that significant other when we're not forced to sit next to him/her in our marketing class? Everything is just confusing, unstable, and unclear. It's like our life is moving, but we're mentally at a stand-still.

We're at a crossroads in life. We are supposed to decide what to make of our future. We are supposed to know who we are. This is a unique time in our lives where our past, present, and future are colliding together, creating an ongoing meteor shower of thoughts occurring in our heads.

As they say, "time heals all wounds" and the quarter life is like a scab that keeps falling off. It takes time to heal. During this time we'll feel super high at times and super low at times (aka our scab is healed/I picked the scab and it's bleeding like a mofo). We have to stop picking at our flaws and fears and weaknesses and instead let ourselves heal. We have to actually allow ourselves to embrace this awkward time period in order to find a sense of clarity and direction. 

Embrace the quarter life...because there's no escaping it.