The Truth about Birthdays

Dear Twenty Somethings,

Hi, hello, is anyone still reading this?

Holy crap has it been awhile since I last posted – almost two months, in fact!  “Sam, where have you been,” the five people who read this may ask. Well, as much as I talk about my wonderous time management skills (which I do have), with two jobs, school (basically a full-time job between class and homework), and internship applications coming out of my… well you get the picture. The truth of the matter is a lot of my creativity and effort go into school and trying to get my future intact while the blog kind of hangs in the balance. The future has been an all-consuming thought lately.

Nothing gets me quite in the mood for an existential crisis about my future like my birthday.

FYI, my birthday is tomorrow and if you forget to wish me a happy birthday, you’re banned from my life… just kidding (or am I?) With that birthday, comes cake, a present or two and overwhelming anxiety. The older I get, the more my birthday becomes a scary reminder about my future and all that I haven’t accomplished. It probably does not help that, as I interview for those coveted internships  (or WIL as it’s known in my world), I get asked the “where do you see yourself in five years” question.

If you asked me that question five years ago, I would have said that I saw myself as a fourth-grade teacher with a giant ring on my finger (rose gold or at the very least something vintage), a hot but sweet husband and a beautiful child on the way. Yet here I am with :

  1.  an education degree that I won’t get to use as I try to pursue a career in public relations (aka I’m still a jobless student)
  2. two rings that are not close to rose gold NOR are close to an engagement or wedding ring
  3. no romantic prospects interested in dating me (I at least have an imaginary hot husband)
  4. adorable nephews that may be the closest thing to children I will ever have (still a plus, though)

Needless to say, my future is not how I imagined it.

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The Truth about Goals

Make goals, not resolutions | 18 Goals for 2018

Dear Twenty Somethings,

It’s that time of year again. New Year, new me, right? It’s no secret that I’m ready for 2017 to be over. Don’t get me wrong – I’m grateful for the lovely new friends and memories I’ve made this year. I’m trying not to put too much stock into 2018 being the best year of my life. Because of this, I decided to throw out the idea of resolutions. However, like any good PR student/future girl boss, I decided to create my own strategic plan and establish my goals, objectives, strategies and tactics for the new year. Yes, I’ve turned into that person. So, in the last week, I set out to establish 18 goals for 2018. I also have objectives, strategies and tactics too but I’ll save you from that part. PRCC has turned me into a new person.

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The Truth about 2017 | A Year in Review

alternatively titled, wishing that 2018 would come faster

Dear Twenty Somethings,

New Years are actually the strangest thing. We have so many expectations for the upcoming year to be different, or better. Somehow, every new year we forget that each year will bring so many ups and downs. Twelve months is a long time. If 2016 me knew that 2017 me was going to have a rough year, maybe things would be different. Though I experienced many happy and exciting things during 2017, the second half of the year was much rougher. The following is a recap of my year and the lessons that it taught me.

I received some sad news today (if you’re here for the news, it’s closer to the bottom of the post so feel free to scroll through). It threw me for a loop but mostly made me reflect on what 2017 really was. Though I experienced many happy and exciting things during 2017, the second half of the year was much rougher. The following is a recap of my year and the lessons that it taught me.

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The Truth about Being Single

being single

Alternatively titled, a random collection of thoughts on one topic – being single.

Public Service Announcement

This is the last Dateless December post! Let’s be honest, my blog should be called Destined to be Dateless because I’m becoming perpetually single (read #foreveralone) so I still have a lot of material left on the topic. Hope you’ve enjoyed the series and this final post.

Dear Twenty Somethings,

They say write what you know and boy do I know about being single. I’m starting to think that the last time someone was interested in me was either a dream or a figment of my imagination. Not sure why, because obviously I’m a catch, but here we are. I’m not sure why this has always bugged me but here I am, a typical self-obsessed millennial blogging about my days as a single, hot female and wondering why it’s been a looong time since I’ve had any prospects.

But then, I got sick and tired of complaining about it. I needed to embrace my singleness (as if I had a choice). Being out of a relationship for so long was like being in a drought. And, like Hilary Duff, I realized that waiting for my own Chad Michael Murray was like waiting for rain in a drought – useless and disappointing. Just as disappointing if you don’t get that reference. Sorry, back on track… so, I decided to dedicate December to be Dateless December (aka Dateless Destiny at this point) to talk about embracing being single instead – something I always had trouble with.

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The Single Twenty Something’s Holiday Survival Guide

holiday survival guide

Alternatively titled, what to do when the umpteenth relative asks you why you’re single

Public Service Announcement

Welcome to the second post in Dateless December, my series on being single. This week I’m here with a holiday survival guide for singles. I make a lot of jokes in this one (or attempt to at least) but I actually LOVE the holidays. Seriously, I own three separate Christmas sweaters, two of which feature jolly pugs, and a hat with pugs that says bah humpug. But, I digress. Hopefully, my humour comes across and if not, my apologies. Also, if you’re a family member reading this, obviously none of this refers to you 😉

Dear Twenty Somethings,

The holidays are such a joyous time. Outside looks like a winter wonderland of white snow, unidentifiable gray slush, and blustering winds that threaten to knock you down. The streets are filled with people taken with the wonderful holiday spirit. Malls are bursting at the seam with miserable shoppers who look like they’d rather be anywhere else but love stopping in the middle of the mall to take a smiling selfie.

Holidays are a time to listen to cheery songs about red-nosed reindeer or a creepy man trying to convince an unwilling woman to stay with him for a romantic evening despite her protest and concern that he put something in her drink.

Most importantly, the holidays are time to celebrate with your loved ones. Holiday parties and get-togethers are sweet occasions where you can find yourself fielding questions about why you’re single or suggestions to help you “find your true love.” Or pretending to be interested in hearing about how your third cousin (twice removed) has finally found love while Aunt Sally pats your arm reassuringly. Nothing says happy holidays like an interrogation fit for a CIA movie or a film on the Spanish Inquisition.

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