The day I turned 26, I deemed myself ‘almost 30.’ To me, it was the beginning of the end. I was no longer in the middle of my 20s. I had crossed over to the other side. The dark side. Or so I thought. It wasn’t until I…

I got Facebook in 2005. I was a senior in high school so I had to get invited by a college student because back then Facebook was exclusively for college kids. Before that, I had MySpace, and waaaay back before that, I kept all my personal info on…

As I mindlessly scrolled past stylish outfits, perfect sunsets, and a new *unique* take on avocado toast—I thought to myself what the EFF am I doing?  We all do it. Curate our feeds so they look just the right amount of fun, relaxed, and exciting. But WHY? When I…

I gave way too many fucks in my 20s. I would say the past nine years were a ‘fuck-giving-fest,’ but that sounds sexual. And I’m pretty sure I thought more about what people thought about me than I thought about having sex. Pathetic, right? Yes. The fucks I gave ranged from the…

I think we can all agree that the worst time of the year is the very beginning of January. It’s cold. There’s nothing to look forward to. Commuting is a nightmare.  The gym is crowded with all these people who are trying to start fitness routines that will fail…

I thought I was so busy in my early 20s. I claimed I was stressed, overworked, committed to too much, and broke (okay, I actually was broke). I thought I was losing friends because I barely had time for all of them anymore. And I was exhausted because of all…