Today's time-consuming adulting event was buying a car.
Anxiety is a hydra. It has many heads and trying to narrow it down to just one is a gross oversimplification that will only deter you from truly understanding/defeating it.
There may be endless character combinations, but when it comes to the players themselves, I firmly believe everyone fits into one of five stereotypes.
I’m beginning to think that this is just what life in your 20s is like. Instability, chaos, and an intense love-hate relationship with your daily reality.
Okay, I won’t string you along on this one. Yes, the answer is absolutely yes.
When I first go into freelancing, I accidentally worked for a bot for a full month—and never got paid.
I have trouble conceptualizing self-validation, and this was a lovely, weird little breakthrough.
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As someone in this stage of life, I would describe it as both invigoratingly free and crushingly intense. It's a mix of really good and really bad mixed in with just enough mundanity to make you feel like you're wasting your life.
Communal living is making a comeback, but when people find out I live with my in-laws, I get a lot of different reactions, from pity to horror. People simply can’t understand why—or how—my husband and I do it.