I think I can speak for many Not the It Girls–writers and readers alike–when I say that the truest sign of being a twenty-something female postgrad is having zero idea what is going on with your life at any one point in time. Just absolutely no idea. You had a pretty strong idea what you wanted to do in college but, when your $200k+ piece of paper came saying that you had successfully graduated, everything kind of just went fuzzy.
But then, as we reached our mid-twenties, things began to click. We are not our mothers’ generation. We are afforded the opportunities that our matriarchs fought for. Despite the bad timing of our departure from higher education, each Not the It Girl has finally found gainful employment. The Big Girl kind. I’ve always been a bit of a late bloomer but I’ve transitioned from blogging in my underwear to putting on a blazer three days a week. (Don’t panic, style mavens: Thursday is business casual and Friday is jeans day.)
My greatest fear for the past few years is that I would never be able to find my place. The idea of working in an office panicked me because I’m a free spirit, dammit! How could I thrive in a cubicle from 8 am to 5 pm five days a week? But, when a job offer in Massachusetts fell into my lap, I packed up a duffel bag and a box of beauty supplies and hauled ass from Connecticut to Boston. With my savings completely drained and my job prospects nonexistent, not accepting would have not only been foolish, but just wasn’t even an option.
Within weeks, everything clicked. I found that I love my office job. That my paralyzing fear of conformity was absolutely irrational. Punching in and out at a certain time doesn’t mean that I’d lost my spirit–not by any stretch of the imagination. And, turns out, having a routine is way more mentally satisfying than wandering around eating Teddy Grahams in moose pajama pants at noon, working freelance. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that!) Also, that’s what Saturdays are for.
I swear I have a point here. Not the It Girls did disappear for quite some time while I, for lack of a better phrase, got my shit together. But, twenty-something Not the It Girls ( and Boys; don’t be shy, I know you read the site), go for the unexpected. Life can be a little scary and unpredictable in this day and age, but I say make the leap. And, once you’ve made it, you can still be yourself and let your freak flag fly.
VIVEZ NOT THE IT GIRLS.
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