Confessions of a Semi-Adult
It sucks becoming an adult, right? It’s all like, work and bills. Taxes and pantsuits. Spilling ramen on your thesis. Taking long showers because it’s the only thing you literally have to do besides work. (Think: you could eat while you work. You could push off sleep. But you have to shower or people will make funny faces when you walk by.)
Where are the fun parts of growing up you looked so forward to when you were a kid? Yeah, like, obviously you ate ice cream for dinner at least once this week, but that just doesn’t have the same appeal as it used to.
Why does it seem like all your friends are having the time of their lives and/or conquering the world while you sit at home reading another freakin’ blog?
And by the damn way, how many years away is the age where you can finally stop stealing napkins and sauce packets from Chik-fil-A??
Guys– there are answers to these questions. And my blog and I are here to answer them for you.
Since you’re at Uninspired, I’m gonna guess that you’re a twenty-something who wants to become a better adult. More specifically, you want to become a good grownup, but you hate the idea of sacrificing fun and passion in favor of it. Good news, y’all! You don’t have to. That’s what I’m here for.
My name is Nicole, and I run this site! Uninspired was born while I was on winter break after my first semester of grad school. It was only about two weeks long, and somehow, I was going absolutely stir-crazy! I couldn’t think of anything to do with myself. What did I do before I had all this graduate work?!
Well, I did undergraduate work. A lot of it. I was a straight-A student. A tour guide. The president of the Psychology Club. A research assistant. An intern. A tutor. Don’t get me wrong; I loved every second of my college career. It’s just, I defined myself by my academics, and my academics only. Without work, I was lost! (Uninspired, if you will.) So, I started a blog.
I was so Uninspired without school work, that I felt like I didn’t know who I was, and that scared me. I am a graduate student in marriage and family therapy, but I am also a daughter, sister, friend, and (semi-bitter) single person. I’m a crafter, a baker, and an avid reader and a writer. I love these parts of myself, but the #adulting process seemed to take them away from me. My life became work, work, work, and I like what I do, but it can’t sustain me alone. So, I forced myself to start celebrating passion. I started baking things, making things, and writing about them here. Soon, it became a habit, and before long I felt more like myself. I want this for you, too.
Let’s all take back our adulthood. Let’s remember to create the life we want by striking a balance between work and fun.
You see where this is going: let’s stop letting ourselves live Uninspired.
Who is This Girl?
Oh, ugh, nobody likes to talk about themselves. C’mon guys.
Well, here are the basics. I’m Nicole, I’m from New Jersey (but I went to school in Pennsylvania and plan to move back!) and I’m twenty-three. I have a bachelors in Psychology, minor in creative writing from West Chester University of Pennsylvania. They had the audacity to hand me a degree and tell me I couldn’t pretend to be a college student indefinitely. So they may or may not have had to drag me out kicking and screaming. I’m kidding. Hah. We’re laughing.
Currently, I’m doing a master’s program in marriage and family therapy, and living at home with my parents while I do it. It’s both hell on earth and the most intensely introspective, eye-opening experience of my life. No, really. I’ve been ripped to shreds and pieced back together. Most of the piecing-back-together has been done. Some of it. Hah. We’re laughing again.
Some other facts about me: I love flowers. Floral patterns, floral scents, floral…foliage. My favorites are hydrangeas and peonies, and anything blue because they’re so rare. When I was four, a chihuahua bit my face because I interrupted his fight with a crab. You read it right. You can still see the scar. Well, if you squint and tilt your head and have a couple drinks. But it’s there. Oh! I got another good one. When I was seven, I tried to sell a mystery novel I’d written lemonade-stand style at the end of my best friend’s (dead end) driveway. I have an entrepreneurial spirit; it’s undeniable.
Before you run off to the good stuff, I also wanna point you in the direction of all the legal mumbo jumbo, if you’re into that.
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