My mom brought me on awesome hikes growing up and my dad took me to the FDR Park to go on runs but they couldn’t give me that local state of mind, those areas that are overrun with teenagers escaping their parents grasp and drinking shitty beer. I never did that.
How can we be committed to our work if it is the sole reason we’re not out at the beach playing volleyball?
I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.
It’s 3:44AM and we’re sitting at a Maryland rest stop with my mom snoring next to me.
Growing up it never seemed like anything was wrong, I’d go to the dentist every six months and get told my teeth look great but I should start flossing. I’d go to the doctor every year and get told my blood pressure is great, I’m still short, and nothing has changed!
I have so many ideas to write about -a notebook full and a complimentary note on my phone! But when I get to my laptop and finally sit down to write I seem to have two struggles.
So the only way to remedy this sad feeling inside of me was to obviously blast the Pop Punk’s Not Dead playlist on Spotify, plan my future line up, and reminisce on some of my favorite concerts, which I decided to share with all of you.
When I moved to Florida, it was the first time in my life I didn’t have a group of girls awaiting my arrival. I struggled to step out of my shell. Without any friends it was hard to force my anxiety ridden self to go out and do things alone so I could meet other people.
I’ve been using my phone as a clutch, I go on it when something doesn’t instantly grab my attention, even if it does but if my attention fades, good ole’ faithful phone it is!
While I may not look as cool as others and it’s a hassle to pack up, I’ve made my definitive list of what is an absolute must while going to the beach.