This is my blog.

I turn 25 in December.

That is one of the only things I know for certain.

I don’t know if it’s my age, or social media, or cosmic forces, or maybe it was the bad salad I had for lunch…either way, I am feeling lost. This isn’t a new feeling. And I don’t even think it’s necessarily a bad feeling. Being lost isn’t something to be afraid of. And the longer I’m in my twenties the more I realize that it is a relatively common feeling among people. At least that’s what I tell myself.

When I look at my life from the outside, I think I seem like a pretty put-together person. I have a good college degree. I have a job that looks great on paper. I have no financial debt. I have a budding savings account. I have a great support system of family and friends. I know there are plenty of people – both my age and older – who would love to have the stability and life resources I have. I appreciate all of it. I do not take it for granted. ( I’m saying the word ‘I’ a lot in this paragraph, aren’t I? ) All of these things are good and well. But I have other goals. I don’t just want to be stable in life.

I want to live life (I know that sounds stupid and cliche – obviously the only way to go through life is alive. You can’t not live life. Just bear with me). I want to have adventures and take spontaneous trips. I want to create things I am proud of and contribute positively to society. I want to experience different cultures. I want to help others. I want to love people unconditionally. I somehow want to live both in a cozy house in the country and in an artsy town home in a big city. I want to be able to roast a chicken like Ina Garten and dress like I have the wardrobe of Emma Watson. I want to travel but also be a homebody. I want to love my job even if I don’t know what I want to do yet.

Or at least these are all the things that sound good to me. I’ll admit that in my few years outside of school, I’ve found it easier to learn what I don’t want to do than the other way around.

Maybe I’m not sure what I want to do in life. But I know how I want to feel in life.

I think it’s similar to how I feel when I’m attempting a new dinner recipe while accidentally getting drunk on wine. Or how it feels to find a perfect, stupid gift for a best friend while distracted in the Target $1 spot.

Those are both pretty good feelings.

This is my blog.