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The Millennial Struggle

Originally posted on One Millennial Girl:
Life as a millennial may seem easy, but it definitely it has it’s fair share of tough moments. Over the past few weeks I have been trying to figure out which path I need to take in order to get where I ultimately want to go in life. It is the millennial struggle, well – one of them. Right now I’m sitting in my room feeling slightly anxious about writing this post. I’ve been thinking around this issue attempting to avoid confronting my thoughts and trying not to become overwhelmed. I was thinking that instead of using my blog to talk about things after the fact, I figured why not write while I’m in my feelings. That whole Gary (Vee) Vaynerchuk – document vs. create thing, which is basically about showcasing/documenting the journey. Here we go: I have 3 different passions in life – fashion styling, interior design, and writing. I also have a full-time salaried job where I’ve just received a raise and I’ve decided to take on…

Illustrations Of Our Daily Struggles

Originally posted on Emily Bloor:
Last night I couldn’t sleep. It’s not like insomnia is a a new phenomenon, but for me it is. I usually sleep like a baby, or like my brother after a Friday night in the pub; you get my drift. But drift I did not, and it was horrendous. It would appear that I don’t have as much to worry about at the moment, since I quit my job, left the frantic insomniac that is London and moved to this sunny, slow-paced place to become a writer. But this is the very problem. I am now consumed by trivial worry; the ironic kind of worry that busy people don’t have the time for. Along with this new worry however, has come a solitude in simple things, and one of those things is sketching. I sketch day and night; through the entire Super Bowl, much to the delight of my man; and through my insomnia. But in Googling inspiration for my sketches (my drawing hand works at 3am, my brain does…

A Story and A Favor

Originally posted on How Do I Grown Up:
Let me delight you with a story. Remember high school? Oh man, that was a silly, awkward, weird time. Now imagine high school in a small school when your father is the principal. Now imagine that he is a generally quite loud and a “dad joke” kind of individual. Yeah. My freshman year of high school I had a pretty good friend, Sean. I say “pretty good” not because he was a sub-par friend but because we weren’t super close yet.* We were all in pep band and one winter evening we were playing at a basketball game. Naturally we played during half time, but had the third quarter off to frolic around, eat snacks and engage in mischief. This particular night, Sean and I decided to go outside into the chill and have a snowball fight. It was all fun and games until my father, who, let’s remember, was the principal of our school and who Sean did not know very well at this point, and who…