“Beauty may be dangerous, but intelligence is lethal.”

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This Ivy League grad………

“It is a very cool thing to be a smart girl.”

At the ripe-young age of 23, I started a blog called the Bohemian Notebook. Frankly, I had no idea where it would go… Almost overnight, the blog morphed from a spacey story about a girl who didn’t want to grow up, to a source of inspiration and youthful thinking for more readers than just myself. I have punched away at my keyboard and preached about the importance of breaking from traditional post-grad norms, proudly bashing numb, corporate, habitual milestones… all the while, still learning, every day, how to really be free.

My adventures have taken me from Crabcakes & Football to Camel-Town, from the North Fork to the Rockies; from the Blue Dot in the Red Sea to a land they call, Hotlanta…  And, most recently, into the latter side of my twenties. What a wild ride it has been! Having rounded the corner on my 26th birthday (Gemini’s, I am discovering, do not age gracefully), I have finally learned a thing or two about “growing up”…

“Own your life, or someone will own it for you.” Sometimes, reality sucks; and the reality is, cash fills bellies and keeps lights on. While aspects of the “bohemian” lifestyle are ideal and important for all of us, the realities of growing up do require us to think a little more responsibly. We all enjoy nice things… A roof over head is well and good, but wouldn’t it be even better if that roof was atop an open-air, farmhouse-inspired, hard-wood-floored, natural-light, blown-glass-window abode? I thought so too…

e854fa10d95117260732b32f829e69df“Don’t be delicate; be vast and brilliant.” A particularly handsome member of my household, nearly five years since his graduation march, has been sitting for hours with his nose buried in books and study guides, preparing to take himself back to school and earn another degree. In recent weeks, I have found my news-feeds littered with pictures of Nursing School team-nights and MBA happy hours — there are even a few Ph.D.’s waiving their graduation caps. While the thought of homework and testing and late-night study-munchies may be daunting, I have found myself flipping casually (for now) through course catalogs and reading over certificate requirements. As the saying goes, use it or lose it. There is always time to learn something new. It really doesn’t freaking matter whether it’s “useful,” so long as you enjoy learning about it. Learning is the important part.

“It is better to be absolutely ridiculous than to be absolutely boring,” (Marilyn Monroe). According to zodiac description, anyone born between May and June are likely to be both hot and cold, both yes and no, both in and out, both up and down……… yes, we crazy, but that is something we should all grasp for from time to time. Be spontaneous. Go on a trip without a plan. Take that pass/fail Continued Education class and learn Tai Chi. Do something. Be weird. “Laugh until your stomach hurts, and then, just a little bit more.” Life is just too short to be serious all the time.

At the end of the day, here’s the honest truth: my personal strengths are fully credited to the alternative time I took to uproot often and invest in myself. While I have been lucky enough to start this journey early in my post-grad life, it is truly never too late to challenge yourself, and it is never too late to become exactly who you are meant to be. Get out. Go play. Just try. I promise, it is worth it.

Always good to end with a sunflower...

Always good to end with a sunflower…

 

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