Some Coachella inspiration.

Diving into the world of fashion blogging left me to reflect on my current situation. Most of my days are filled with envy, clicking through a growing number of fashion blogs, showcasing the gorgeous clothes and style of girls, who I assume are not much older than myself. Each click of my mouse brings a new pang of envy at everything these girls seem to represent. On paper, they’re fabulous, with great jobs, successful blogs, and clothes that would make anyone long to raid their closets. They have everything a high-flying twenty-something could want. This kills me!
What is it about being twenty-four and feeling like you’re drowning? I’m convinced that the girl Bob Dylan wrote about in “Like a Rolling Stone” was twenty-four. It’s the age where you suddenly become invisible, even though you’re put on a pedestal. You can finally see your future, but the road leading to it is long and winding. Nothing about the road is bright; it’s terrifying. This is such a humble age, full of restlessness and confusion. I want the illusion that these girls are creating; the “good life.”
I feel silly for being so jealous of these stylish girls. I just envisioned my “big city life” would be a kind of Mary Tyler Moore/Carrie Bradshaw hybrid, like most girls. But the wake up call I’m going through is good! I’m looking at the positive side of life. Slowly, these blogs are becoming my inspiration. I’m realizing that nothing about this age is perfect. These blogs are creating an illusion that makes me want to work harder. They should make anyone want to work harder. I now no longer care if those girls are really living that life. They are helping me create goals, and helping me define the road to my future. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s the truth. It’s what’s helping me, and EVERYONE whose twenty-four needs help.
After my wake-up call, I came across this post, by Joanna Goddard from A Cup of Jo —A blog I read religiously— and it’s been that little extra boost I need to keep going. This may sound nuts, but knowing that someone I admire went through a similar struggle, and survived, is uplifting. Knowing that she needed advice and guidance by people she looked up to makes me feel better.
I wanted to write this post to, hopefully, be inspiring to anyone my age, who feels like they’re struggling when everyone else appears to be on track. This is for all those twenty-something’s who have realized they’re straddling the line between living in the present and working towards the future. The ones who feel trapped in a pseudo-purgatory of decision and consequence. Especially for someone, like me, who loves fashion blogging unconditionally.
(picture via Net-a-Porter)
After watching last nights episode of Mad Men, I’m now in love with all things Megan Draper, played by Jessica Paré. Don’s new, young, free-spirited wife is so beautiful and stylish. I especially loved her preformance of Zou Bisou Bisou, even if Don didn’t. My new spring obsession is colorful shift dresses, thanks to the ever-gorgeous Megan.
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters, by Portia Nelson
Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost …. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter Two
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter Three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter Five
I walk down another street.
I think I’m going to break into Poppy Delevigne’s house, and raid her closet. Who’s with me?
via: Le Fashion and Zimbio.
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Martin Luther King, Jr
Marilyn Monroe
Albert Schweitzer
Robert Ingersoll
C.S. Lewis
John Wayne