Adulting
Student loans for dayz. Fuck me that’s gonna take a minute to pay off.
Rent. FUCK me that’s expensive.
Work. Reports. Due diligence. Manager meetings. Office politics. Deadlines and projects for dayz. Fuck me that’s a lot to keep track of.
Lists. Lots of lists. About everything in my life. Fuck me that’s a lot to keep track of.
Obsessing about my finances.
Making an overly complicated budget spreadsheet.
Obsessing about my finances using said overly complicated budget spreadsheet.
Trying to make my savings plan as aggressive as possible while still giving me room to have fun. Automatic bimonthly transfers to savings are the truth. The money’s already gone to savings before I’m even tempted to use it.
Pressures from family. Now you’re becoming a leader instead of “one of the kids.”
Obsessing about my career, my shortcomings, and what I can do to get around them.
Obsessing about myself, my shortcomings, and what I can do to get around them.
Planning for the future. Figuring out an aggressive plan to attack my student loan balances. Save up for a down payment on a house? Asset allocation for my retirement portfolio? Let’s see if we can make it work. More overly-complicated spreadsheets.
Did I mention lists?
Hitting up bars with aggressive people not-so-secretly drowning in pools of insecurity.
Realizing that a $100+ night at the bars, multiple times per month, isn’t conducive to my long-term financial health. Or my liver, for that matter.
Cutting said bar trips to near zero after two years of this bullshit, half because that $100 spent is a complete waste of money, and half because I’m genuinely not having a good time at ANY of these outings.
Finance can be a fake-ass place sometimes, man.
Dealing with personalities. Lots of “friendships” are transactional in west LA, so there’s a fun layer of bullshit to waste your time wading through. Perfect if all you care about is posting rehearsed selfies and looking like you’re having fun. See above.
Maintaining the genuine friendships. You soon realize who your “day-ones” are. How utterly relaxed and easygoing you are around them. The lack of pressure to do anything. The real homies. Keep them close.
Giving less of a fuck about what others think. I didn’t think it was humanly possible for me to do so given my overactive mind, but it’s happening, and it feels fuckin ‘great.
Gaining weight. My metabolism has slowed down significantly since I graduated from college, and I need to make personal fitness a priority. No more 6 hour dance practices or daily 1 mile maintain-my-sanity lap swims at Sunset Rec keeping me slim. My eating habits nowadays are way better than they used to be, but the cheat days are too plentiful and cardio days too few in between.
I need a good gym, with olympic weights, within walking distance from me. That way I won’t have ANY excuse to not workout. I’ll figure it out eventually.
Getting comfortable with yourself and who you are. Learning to accept yourself for all your strengths and weaknesses. Genuinely becoming confident in yourself. This eluded me for the first four years of this decade (read: college). I think I just needed to be independent, financially speaking, and completely on my own. Feels good to be comfortable. Hope the momentum keeps building.
TLDR: it’s fucking overwhelming sometimes, but I'm slowly getting the hang of it










