Itâs great to be a 20-something, isnât it?
Youâre young, reckless, and curious about what life has to offer you.
You make some good decisions, some badâbut hey, itâs all trial and error. We become a little bit wiser and eventually (hopefully?) learn from our mistakes, which help define us. Your choices in life lead you to the present, and when you look back at all the âwhat ifâs, you just canât help but mentally slap yourself, cringing at the thoughts of your past.
We Millennials seem to be really good at making the wrong choices, especially in our 20s. I canât answer as to why many of us seem to struggle with good decision-making, but as far as Iâm concerned, Iâd like to blame it on my optimism and inner romantic.
The other day, I was having a panic attack that spiralled me into a swirling vortex of regret and fear: Where do I want to go in life? What steps will I take to get there? How badly will eating an entire container of bocconcini affect me? But aside from the bigger picture, something very particular was bothering me. Get ready to roll your eyes, readersâcue the #20somethingproblems.
Iâve been involved in a rather torrid affair. The guy Iâm âcasually datingâ is interested in me, but the question lies as to whether or not heâs interested in me enough to want to make things official. You see, Iâm a creature of certaintyâI like to know things and plan for themâand this affair is completely out of my comfort zone. It was fun and spectacular, but now itâs just torturous. And so here comes the crossroads: Do I stop seeing him, get stuck in a dreaded miserable state and eventually move forward? Or do I suck it up and continue to see him casually? All in good fun, right?
The answer seems simple, especially from an objective perspective, but itâs not. There are so many factors playing into this that itâs hard to make the ârightâ decision. And in thinking about this further, I realize Iâm damned if I do and damned if I donât. Iâll be OK either way because Iâm a survivor, but itâs the crossroads like these that we encounter that make or break us. And Iâve weighed out my options for months and I still canât stand my ground and follow through. Because my optimism says, âHey, youâre young and having funâwhat the hell is wrong with that?â and my inner romantic serenades me with âBut heâs so wonderful and makes you happy! (For the most part anyway.)â
Your 20s are like lifeâs bachelor party: you do everything you can before you hit your 30s, and in between sips of Riesling you think, âIs this really what I should be doing?â and, âIs this really what I want to be doing at X-years-old?â and then you wake up the next morning as a 30-something and think, âSweet baby Jeebus, what have I done?â The horror!
My point, dear readers, is that encountering a crossroads is inevitable. Sometimes you make the right choices and sometimes you donâtâit depends on what you want out of life. I, being the emotional masochist I am, have a tendency to make the wrong choices. Why? Because bad choices usually make for the better story. And lucky for you readers, Iâm willing to share my stories with you.
In this column, youâll read about my choices, good and bad. Youâll read about my adventures in and out of the city, plus silly word-vomit rants, deeper, philosophical thoughts, and of course, youâll read what my heart is too afraid to say aloud. Welcome to Sass in the CityâI hope to make you vicariously cringe in horror at my mistakes, laugh at my embarrassing moments and hopefully cheer along with me when I do something great.
Iâm young, reckless and embrace life as it comes. This is my storyâbuckle up.
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