The Roaring 20s

Enjoying the adventurous, reckless, and limitless life as a twenty-something-year-old.

Saying Good-Bye and Letting Go

After five years at college, I come home to a home that will no longer be my permanent residence. As I clean out over a decade of stuff from the home and room I grew up in, it allows me a final glimpse into a past that I have forgotten. 

With a knack for saving all things sentimental and being a hoarder, I found movie stubs, souvenirs, receipts from restaurants, and photos. What was truly touching were letters I have received for birthdays, holidays, or letters just because. 

Reading the letters, though wonderfully nostalgic and warm, was also kinda sad. It made me realize how some people who were so important to my life at the time are only Facebook acquaintances now—with the occasional like and comment and how I know what is going on with someone’s life is through my newsfeed. It reminds me of the friends I lost and the carelessness of youth that is now replaced with “adult responsibilities.” 

On a lighter note, I also found my high school graduation speech that I delivered before the turning of the tassel. To sum it up, I pretty much talked about how I was pretty bummed to leave high school and how it made me sad realizing I wouldn’t see some people until our ten-year reunion in 2018. I talked about change before Obama made it big (maybe he heard my graduation speech). “America wants change, the world is ready for change, and you the class of 2008 is ready to be the change.”

So all in all, to give this slightly depressing post a happy ending, I can only say that though I am pretty bummed out about not staying in touch with some people, I am excited for the change that is to come. I can’t help but to cling onto the past and reminisce of times that were simpler and carefree. Times where we wrote letters instead of emails, used our home phones instead of cell phones, hung out at each others’ homes after school, being goofy and having fun without the need for liquid courage; times where the biggest problem in life was when so-and-so didn’t like you or when you didn’t have a ride to the movies. I really hope that one day I can look at some of my letters and not feel sad about the friends I lost; but to let yourself feel that sadness is another form of allowing yourself to accept your feelings and eventually let it pass. 

The Joy of Inactivity

Lately I have been feeling a bit stagnant, slow, and boring. I threw myself a pity party the other day thinking about how much other early 20 something year olds and teenagers have accomplished so much more than me. Comparison is so toxic. 

But as I am sitting now on a breezy and sunny Friday afternoon sipping on a slightly lackluster latte at an adorable cafe, I can’t help but to be thankful for this free time to explore my interests and indulge in inactivity. 

Productivity is overrated anyway right? 

karenabad:

This is such a GREAT idea…well I guess depending on how comfortable those little boats are…

December 5, 2012 screening of Life of Pi at the Piscine Pailleron in Paris, France

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sickk!!! 

Phenomenal Woman

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me. 

Maya Angelou
source: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phenomenal-woman/

Have you ever woken up one morning and realized that you are destined for something much greater than what you are doing now? 

Maybe it’s really funny to me because it’s my little brother but I hope you enjoy this too! 

shortformblog:

We don’t really have a whole lot to say about this one. Jon Stewart hit the nail on the head this time. source