A Charlie Gal: QLC, be gone!

I've never been one to plan out each and every step of my life, and considering how goal-oriented I tend to be this might come as a shocker. I've never said, "When you're 22 you will graduate from college, when you're 24 you will have a blah blah blah, when you're 30 you'll have additional blah blah blah." Maybe I never said it because I just assumed that all of the "blah blah blahs" would happen on their own. Well you know what happens when you assume.

I still don't necessarily think I'm one of those people, but I have noticed a few things about my current life that make me say, "This should not be happening at this age." Like deciding to buy a purse that I already have in a different color and not buying groceries that week. Adults don't make poor decisions like that do they? Before I start going down the list of bad decisions let me move on.

I mentioned last night about the QLC rearing it's ugly head recently, but when I took a minute to observe what was happening around me I noticed that a lot of the people closest to me were going through something similar. Then I read an article about people born after 1984 and our need for instant gratification because of the world we grew up in. Although the article had many valid points, I'd just like to say that yes, I do love instant gratification as much as the next millenial, BUT I also work hard. Very hard. Everyday. I worked two jobs while being a full-time undergrad. I had two internships and was practically on suicide watch for the entire two weeks I thought I might have to move home post graduation. Then I worked in different areas of my company to get to the position I'm in now, and I don't see myself stopping anytime soon. That's my story, and it's a very similar story for many of my friends. Take that Huffington Post!

In case you didn't notice, the article hit a nerve. I may not have all my ducks in a row, but I refuse to let that article convince me that I'm one of those kids who goes to job interviews holding their mommy's hand. Move around, fool. Instead of taking out my frustration on treadmill or the nearest punching bag (literal or metaphorical), I did what many 1985 babies do - I got on Pinterest. Hey, when all else fails PIN!

These are for all my 20-somethings that are brilliant, hungry for more, and in their own minds "just can't seem to get it right." (Really anyone, but I'm partial towards the 26ers.)