I got to thinking the other day as I was standing in line to check out at Target. Notice, TARGET, not Wal*Mart aka the devil. I was standing there staring at this magazine thinking back on how I used to live my life according to the pages in a magazine. Like kind of. That might be a bit dramatic- but I genuinely thought that the advice of someone else about someone else was a valid way to judge the events in my life.
Want to find out if your boyfriend is cheating on you? He might be if he listens to Eminem! Want to know if you’re going to be successful in your professional career? Take this quiz! Want to know how to make a guy fall for you? Ignore him. Yeah. Just ignore him and pretend he doesn’t matter to you at all. It totally works.
Thinking about all of this lead me to thinking about how we kind of use this same idea so often in our lives. Well, so and so worked at this place and hated it so I will too… and this girl dated this guy and said he was a jerk so he must be a total douche. No one I know has ever graduated and moved across the country with no plans so it’s definitely not a good idea.
Why do we constantly allow the delusions from society to dictate our lives? Why can’t we just figure out our OWN path? After all, isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?
There shouldn’t be a set plan for our life. SO WHAT if the person who graduated before you got an awesome job right out of school? That’s freaking AWESOME for them but that doesn’t mean that’s what you’re supposed to do. We are all individuals. There’s not one path for all of us to follow just like there’s no possible way to judge every single person on this planet according to a quiz in Cosmopolitan.
I pretty much need to take my own advice. I need to stop criticizing myself day after day for not having a plan when I graduate in 23 days. I need to stop criticizing myself for not wanting to do the things that other people have done. I’m making my own path and it’s not always going to be smooth. In fact, it’s going to be super rocky and difficult similar to the time that I went hiking at Red Rock Canyon in Las Vegas. I’ll probably fall down numerous times. But I’ll just get back up and brush the dirt off my Nikes and keep freaking go because that’s what life’s about.