365 Days of Twenty-Something.

From one twenty-something to another, let's reflect.

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That make sense?

It seems annoying but it's true. Catch someone's attention but put effort into everything you do. And make.sure.there.are.no.spelling.errors.

Okay?

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Bushy, prominent eyebrows are sexy. Put away the plucker and embrace your inner Cara Delevingne. 

Beauty is natural, you amazon woman. 

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Unless it's your co-worker, the person hearing your broken record story about work probably doesn't want to hear your broken record story about work. Yea, you can talk about it. Work is 3/4 of your life after all! But make it minimal. An allotted 5 minutes a day is more than enough.

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We know, it's tough to spend big bucks without having sweaty buyers remorse. But if you're going to spend money on anything (your wardrobe, a purse, new shoes) spend it on your hair. You wear it every day. 

And nice hair, ties together any outfit.

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Say it out loud to a stranger during your purchase. Embrace the weird look you receive and walk out of there knowing full well the purchasing mess you got yourself into.

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Leave the shredded cheddah at home.

Seriously. I went to my first cheese shop and LOST MY MIND. Your world will change into a mature, sharp cheddar firework. 20-something, will take on a new meaning.

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Recently stopped being a stubborn ass and let something awkwardly measure my boob size in a brightly lit area of Victoria’s Secret in front of people. Realized I’ve been wearing the wrong size bra for probably five years.

Get measured frequently people, boobs are ever-changing and (in my opinion) slightly dramatic. 

Five cup sizes and a brand new bra later, you’ll be able to do jumping jacks on a windy day and your titties will stay calm.

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You are not the person your Instagram account says you are. So stop worrying about getting that perfect picture of your pasta at the "new, hip pasta bar" and enjoy it without Mayfair-ing the shit out of it.

OK?

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That mole on your arm that LOOKS DARKER THAN BEFORE, GUYSSSS probably isn't melanoma. You have a sore muscle that feels like it's driving itself into your rib cage? Not a tumor. You just need to ease into those weights at Lifetime.

Get yourself checked out like the smart lady you are, but don't panic when your body does new things. That's life.

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I didn't.

And now I'm 26-years-old and sad.

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Shame on your for thinking this rule is slutty and will make every feminist want to slash my Hyuandi tires. 

By sleeping your way to the top, I mean sleep. Get 7-8 hours of sleep every night. It's not worth it to feel groggy, get sick and collapse on your head after five months of running yourself ragged. Success should be based on your health. Stay healthy and work your way to the top.

PREACH.

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That's what passion is.

No matter what, practice something that makes you so excited -- you feel like your heart is going to plop out of your chest and exit out your butt.

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First and foremost, sorry that this rule is the color of a baby poop.

I made it the color of baby poop because it's a sad and poopy rule.

For the first 5 years of your professional life, you won't save a penny. Unless you have your Grandma's trust fund in your lap or you become a high class prostitute or maybe marry an old, saggy billionaire. 

In this day and age, private loans will be your nemeses and you'll reach the end of your pay period and hope you make it on low gas fumes to your job, wish you could order food based on quality, not quantity and cry yourself to sleep somtimes.

It's a painful reality. But, you'll learn how to spend in a smart manner.

God bless you.

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In a relationship, it's all about the small details. Telling your significant other you love them, picking them a flower...whatever. But small details includes the small details that should be left OUT. Like, nitpicking. 

It's easy to get comfortable with someone and think they're going to unconditionally love you for the rest of their life. First things first, they aren't your mother. 

Are you trying to go to sleep and your boyfriend is on his phone in bed bouncing around and shifting his body weight? We know, it's driving you CRAZY that every moment you're about to fall under a deep, weird dream induced slumber--you wake to springs creaking. But, common-deal with it and save a weird argument.

Don't be a nitpicker. Count to ten and shut yo lip.

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One.hundred.percent. 

What's the hurry anyway? Marriage is stressful. I've watched enough of my girlfriends already plan weddings and LOSE THEIR MINDS. You have the rest of your life to think about babies and fill up your "Wedding Explosion" Pinterest board. The man you love will wait for you, trust. Have a solid income, feel entirely comfortable with an Excel spreadsheet and know your values match up to his like a 800-piece puzzle.

If you wait, you'll be able to afford a much nicer dress anyway.

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Once you are over 25, a shift happens. The way you consume alcohol, write Facebook posts, greet friends, dress...things get a little calmer. While you made waves like an ocean before, you are now making lake waves. I'm not saying you aren't as fierce as before and you can't still make noise, but you feel slightly calmer...

But one thing you SHOULDN'T do, is call yourself old. You are not old. You are so young, when you're 40 you're going to look back at 25 and reminder how you were such a stupid moron.

At 25, you can still go out there and make a lot of mistakes, be a little loud...your baby face is still wild and free. 

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I have a terrible story. I've called my Dad to put out fires in my bank account and regarding my car so often now, whenever he answers the phone he say's, "Everything alright, sweetie? Is something wrong?"

That's HORRIBLE. I have trained my poor father to worry whenever I call him. 

Call your Dad to tell him about your successful day at work or to tell him how you really feel about your cube-neighbor at work. Whatever it may be, don't make him fear your call.