YOU CAN'T DO IT ALL BRUH

"By the time I'm 25, I'll probably be married, with kids, a house and at least two years into my career." Like, who did we think we were back then? I don't even want any children right now. I'm scared to live in a house by myself. How did we have such high expectations for ourselves? Why were we talking about age 25 like it was age 45? See, we set our selves up for "failure" a long time ago. Show me a person who has their ish together at 25 and I will show you a drug dealer, a liar, a con artist or a phony. Or maybe a pro ball player or basketball wife. Maybe I'll show you that. Whatever.

As I slowly creep into my late twenties, I start to feel worried and anxious about what's next. How am I going to progress? What can I do differently this year to make me more successful than last year? What kind of wine should I drink with my friends tonight? You know, life changing decisions. However, one of the most beautiful things about life, whether you are 25 or 55, is the fact that you don't always have to have it all figured out. Sometimes, we just have to learn to go with the flow, take it for what it is, and don't let it stress you out. Unless you owe somebody some money, then you need to figure out how you gone cough up that 20 dollars before they put they foot in your behind.

Since I have started to understand that everyone has their own season, and mine will come in due time, I have been much more content. I'm not saying that it doesn't get hard, or I don't get mad anymore, or I don't kill you 3 times in my head when I see on Facebook that you've gotten a promotion or about to be on t.v. I'm just saying that I can easily pull myself away from those feelings now that I understand that it's a time for everything and everyone. Plus, I know that I'm probably way more awesome than you anyway. I'm getting cooler by the day. Wait til I get famous, get some money and get skinny enough to fit my jeans again.

Do ya'll know how dangerous I would be if I was skinny? That's cool, cute, funny, AND a flat stomach rolled up in one woman. God knew what he was doing. Good credit and a nice body is almost a sin.

The moral of the story is, get out yo feelings, your time is coming. Or cry yourself to sleep at night, it's up to you.

-BRIT