The Struggle of Being Twenty-Somethin’


Not having something to wear. Okay, maybe that’s not a struggle for only girls in their twenties, but nevertheless it’s a struggle. But the struggle I’m talking about goes beyond crashing Instagram apps, ruined nails and the inability to master doing a smokey eye (seriously, it’s been five years and I still can’t seem to perfect it).


If you’re in your twenties, you probably think you know everything—but let’s be honest, how could we possibly know? That’s something I had to fully accept and overcome. Attending a college that only focuses around the fashion industry can be a tad overwhelming to those who aren’t quite sure about their future careers.


But not for me; so I thought. Looking around the people in my class I began to notice how everyone seemed to have it all figured out. And quite honest, I felt a little intimidated. All of my life I knew exactly what I wanted to do; at what age I wanted to get married; and pretty much had my retirement destination chosen (Ciao, Milano!).


I’m twenty-three years old, the golden age of being excited about life and the future. And although I can’t wait for my dream job, there’s only one question that haunts me at night: what do I want to do once I graduate? People around me seem to know the answer to this question, but all I have is a blank stare on my face and a few “um’s” coming out of my mouth when I get asked.


Since middle school I thought I knew the answer to this question like I know the lyrics to One Direction’s new song. But my answers have changed and all I have left is a confused look on my face. From merchandising to public relations, from entrepreneur to baker (yeah, no. I can’t bake). I just began to dig deep inside myself for an answer.


And that’s the ultimate problem, why do we always need an answer? Why can’t we just be happy going with the flow? Going anywhere the wind blows? Well, for one, I’m not a hippie. But, what if we took some of this mentality and applied it to our lives?


If you’re suffering from “The 20-Somethin’ Struggle”, don’t worry! You’re not alone.


Throughout my years in college I always had a schedule for everything: study, downtime, party time, nap time—you name it, I had scheduled it. Sounds a bit psycho, yes, but I knew at all times what I was about to do. You see, the problem with some of us twenty-something’s is that we strive for a successful future and make all of these plans to make it happen. We want to achieve the top of the pyramid. Not only because we were told by our parents that we can do anything—hence why I still want to be a Princess—but also because we know we deserve it. But to achieve that high we must know where to go. No?


Well, not necessarily. That is the beauty of being a twenty-something year old. You don’t always have to know exactly what you want to do. And after four years of being intimidated by the people around me who looked like they had it all figured out, the truth is we are on the same boat. I guess we don’t always have to have it figured out to figure it out.


As an almost college graduate (seriously, May couldn’t get here any sooner!) I’ll tell you, it’s not worth the sleepless nights. We’re young, wild, and free—sorta. It’s good to have a general, not-too-broad-but-not-too-narrow idea of where you want to go, but you don’t need to have every single step planned.


We have our whole lives ahead for us to worry and make long time commitments. If you are strugglin’ with the twenty-something syndrome, just let your hair down. Go out. Stay in. Have froyo. Laugh. Take pictures. Make memories. Study.These are the days we will one day look back with fondness, and tell our families about our crazy ups and downs.


“We’re happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time.” And that’s okay.




Author: Caroline Franco

Marketing & PR

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