Thoughts at 22: The Most Disorganized Blog Post I’ve Ever Written.

I have about 1.5 more months and I’ll be 23. To me, that’s a very shocking and weird sentence to write. I guess 22 can be classified as one of the best and scariest years of my life. I graduated college, but that almost doesn’t even feel like a full accomplishment to me, because I always knew I’d work hard and graduate college. I got an amazing job, and the process was crazy and ugly and great in many ways, but I always knew I’d get a job. There wasn’t another option. Well there was…I thought I was going to be getting my MBA right after graduation. That didn’t happen right away, and I had to adapt again. If you know me, you know I adapt very well but get quite annoyed when it comes to things getting out of my perfect plan for “success”. I guess the overall reason I’m writing this blog post today is because I feel very overwhelmed, thankful, and freaked out about where I’m at in life, and I just need to clear my head.