the (kinda) shitty journey of a 20 something

when you wanna be successful but you don't wanna work for nobody yet you also feel like traveling the world but you have no money and you're in between jobs and.....

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This is me when I wake up and I'm not financially free and living my dreams spontaneously overnight.

As we enter my birthday month, I'm realizing that the little goals I set for myself financially have not manifested. I would say that that's fine, but it really isn't because sis... I'm boujie. I mean that in the most humble and honest way possible. And being a boujie bitch is hard when you have the budget the size of a 10 year old's allowance, and the financial audacity of a millionaire. Ever since I graduated college, I've been on Indeed, Glassdoor, and ZipRecruiter every day like I'm waiting for their album to drop. I'm talking I'm on the HUNT for a job. So lucky for me that I don't want a job that is directly in my degree field (B.S. Psychology), right? Not at all.

I mean shit, if it were really up to me...........

I would wake up every morning with a popping set of lashes in my brand new house at the young age of 22 and check my emails for any PR offers, 'cause I'm an influencer ya know. I get up and go to my walk-in closet that is 50% designer and 50% free clothes and shoes from PR deals. After getting showered and stuff, I still choose to wear the t-shirt from Target and some lululemon Align Pants-- BUT I had to bust out the Gucci sneakers. I go downstairs & bae most definitely has breakfast made, and a Backwood rolled. After that I head to my studio to check more emails and book more work, then I work with the client of the day who needs my creative direction services either in studio or on location. That takes up about an hour and a half of my time, and once that's over I go off and do my favorite thing: SPEND MONEY ON FOOD! Taking pictures whilst doing so, of course. I end my day with a strawberry milkshake from QuikTrip and watch my money come in from all my different forms of income that I actually enjoy, then I cuddle my 2 pound bag of weed to sleep.

But, nah.

I'm currently on the hunt and interviewing for a big girl job that pays more than $12 an hour... but in reality I'd rather be getting paid for being trendy and inspirational. Is that too much to ask?! I mean damn, I was just at a job "interview" and they had me out there bugging people about donations to the Humane Society. Chile they was tryna have me out there all day in my only business professional outfit I own watching them harass people. I left mid "interview." Absolutely NOT. I was pressed. I thought I really had a good little job offer. But Indeed ain't no better than Craigslist sometimes--they have worse clickbait than those YouTube videos. So I essentially packed that L up and took it with me.

Then there's the jobs that want x number of years of experience to even be considered for the position. First of all, how am I getting this experience if no one will hire me because I have no experience?? That's called a catch 22. I know I can't be the only one who likes knowing the proper terms for stuff like this, right?... AAAANYWAYS ya girl is about to go do some man work on a forklift or something so I can bring in bank on a weekly basis. Cause I am sick and TIDE of struggling. I just want to be financially free. I just want to drive a G-Wagon. I just want to interview the occasional celebrity and be a creative director. Dassit for now. But I keep forgetting that I'm only almost 22 years old. I be tripping out like I'm 50 and still living with my parents, but damn man. I just wonder every day when my time is coming. And no, I'm not talking about hearing back from that one shitty job posting on Indeed. I'm talking about my creativity being broadcast to the public and me being someone that people look up to.

But until then, I'll continue to pray and believe in God that what he has planned for me is way WAY better than my current situation. I'm gonna laugh when I look back on how I ate QuikTrip pizzas and hotdogs until my check came in, and how I used to play Russian Roulette with my gas tank one too many times. But I wouldn't be a proper 20 something if I didn't go through these types of things.

I'm just waiting to be seen by the right person at this point. #sendhelp