I'm Only 22

May 1, 2019

Hey y’all! It’s me Des, the inconsistent girl behind this blog. Yeah, I’m still trying to figure out how to do this life thing. Its hard. And I am tired. BUT, I graduate in less than 3 weeks! Will I finish college, or will college finish me? Stay tuned. 

A few weeks ago, I posted the photo above to my Instagram story with the caption “When people ask me about the post-grad job I still don’t have.” I do not have a post-grad job. I don’t really even have a post-grad plan. I know what I think I’ll do, and what seems logical to do, but I have no idea what I’m doing with my life.

This season has proven to be more difficult than I ever imagined. I often tell people “I hate being 22.” Seriously, I don’t know why Taylor Swift went around boasting about it. Okay, probably because when she was 22 she was mega-rich, mega-famous, and wasn’t going to college to pay for college.

22 is SO HARD. I am tired, overworked, and desperately trying to reach the finish line in this college business. People keep asking me about my plans after college, not realizing that I am simply just trying to get out. I made the ridiculous decision to take 19 credit hours this semester while being a full-time, traveling nanny. Kids, don’t EVER take 19 credit hours. I am exhausted, and can finally admit that I was wrong. I should have taken a lighter load. I shouldn’t have been so adamant about graduating in 4. 4 and a half would have been just fine. But we can’t go back, so here I am. Completely depleted of energy, just praying these next weeks go by fast.

Then what? What’s next? I don’t know. I find myself stressing out more and more about the fact that I still don’t have a job, and I still don’t have a plan. As I watch the people around accept jobs in their field, I beat myself up. I should have a job. I should have a plan.

I’m only 22. I don’t know why I forget that. Talking to me, you’d swear I was in my 30s. Too often, I feel like I’m behind the game. I should have a husband. And a career. And a big house with a white picket fence. Lies. I would NEVER have a white picket fence.

I’ve got time. I can figure this out. It will happen. 

Graduating without securing a job doesn’t make me a failure. Not getting a teaching job right out of school, doesn’t mean I won’t be a teacher. 

I’m only 22. I’ve got a whole life in front of me. A life that will probably look a whole lot different than what I’ve pictured it to be. I mean, I for sure thought I’d have babies by 25, and well that 25 is looking real 35-ish. And that’s alright. Not completely alright, because I don’t want to be the old mom. But I will figure this out. I will walk in my purpose, whatever that is. 

I can do this.
I will do this.
*inhales *exhales 


Share your opinion:

  1. Girl, you got this! It's so hard not to stress about that post-grad life, but it will all work out... it always does!

  2. You can do this and you've got this. There is so much pressure on young people these days to be perfect and have their lives all together right out of the gate.

  3. Yeah girl. you got this. Take a breather to think about what you want out of this thing called life and then start by taing small steps to reach your goal.

  4. You've got time girl! I got my degree when I was 27 and I didn't have a plan even then. It all comes together!