When #YOLOSWAG Is Just Not Enough

“Being an adult means accepting those situations where no action is possible.” ― John D. MacDonald, The Green Ripper

I just want to start this off by saying that being an adult is REALLY freaking hard. It's something that we spend our whole lives preparing for and it's a fat slap of reality right in the face. It gives life to that idea of the baby bird leaving the nest for the first time, and plummeting straight towards the ground.

So, yes, I have always acted as if I am far beyond my years, but in all actuality I just completed my first "real" week of adulthood. Who in the world would have thought that SO many things could go wrong right in this first week? For starters, a roommate that we thought we had solidified, decided that living on her own was just not in the cards for her quite yet--which I get! Yes. I get that moving away from home--leaving friends/boyfriends/family/pets/free rent--is really difficult, but seriously, are.you.kidding. All is well, we've found a new roommate; I am bound to be stress-free now. Haha! Well played life. Adult life is still freaking hard.

 Nearing 12 hours later, my new little Ford Focus Wagon had nothing short of a full blown mental break down. For those who know me well, it is common knowledge that I am no mechanic, so nonetheless, I too had a justifiable freak-out. With a little love from a local repair shop, my sweet little car was up and running again with a small price tag of $630.00. This swipe of my debit card was particularly difficult-I mean, whats a month and a half of rent? Being and adult is still really freaking hard. But hey, look how cute I look with this car, am I right?

And as much as I would love to go off on a rant regarding those money sucking sloths the university, I live in one of the most beautiful places in California....where I have indeed found that being an adult is, if I haven't made it clear, really freaking hard.

It is so funny how in the midst of our own worldly struggles we seem to always forget one thing, and that is that we serve an incredibly faithful God. In the midst of struggle and chaos it is such a breath of fresh air knowing that at the end of the day, the creator of the earth and all of the heavens is guiding me and leading me to where I am meant to be.

God loves you more in a moment than anyone could in an entire lifetime.

 Now, don't get me wrong. I am in no delusion that God is going to freely hand me things in life, (even thought that would be totally awesome if He ever felt like it). But what a phenomenal feeling to know that even when I think I am alone, I have a whisper in my ear telling me that I am not.

YES. Being an adult is super-duper, unbelievably freaking difficult, but in the end, most of us make it out alive. And yes, I miss my beautiful family, my wonderful friends, and the absolute convenience of not having responsibility, but how cool is it to know that I still have that beautiful family, and at the same time I am growing my beautiful friends are growing too. And most importantly, I am so grateful for not having the convenience of irresponsibility anymore because, hooray!, I made it to adulthood; I did it.

What a life I get to live, when #YOLOSWAG is just not enough anymore. Because every decision I make from here on out is either going to help me reach my goals, or it's not.

To my college friends,(and friends figuring out life); you are going to be fine, I am SO proud/excited for all of you and can not wait to see where you all end up.

I love this crazy, beautiful mess I have gotten myself into.

God bless-
Jessica