To a girl in her twenties, Hi.
Forget the “working girl” degrading connotation and really be in the moment that you’re a working girl now. No, you’re not working the street corner, you’re working your ass off in some enclosed four-walled space you call an office, coworking community, startup garage, cafe, home, wherever. You’re an independent woman now, making your own money, freaking the f*ck out about your own bills, making your own decisions about who you spend your time with, who you grab drinks with after work, who you climb into bed with and who you give your heart out to. You get to decide when you work out, when you eat healthy, when you eat like crap. There is no more scapegoating or procrastinating about your health, your friendships, your relationships, your work, your passions, your sleep, it’s all on your shoulders now.
Damsel in distress and finding Prince Charming? Ha, nooo.
You can’t bitch and moan when things don’t go your way, you are reinforced with the obvious truth that you’re not a damsel in distress that will be saved by Prince Charming. You may be in distress about out how the hell you’re going to get out of student loan debt and get out of toxic or mundane relationships that aren’t serving purpose in your life anymore, but you’re no damsel in distress. And no prince charming is going to find you and make everything perfect. Why would you want to be some seemingly hopeless damsel and rely on a dude anyway? You’re no lazy brute! Some people hope they will get lucky on the fast track to success. There is no fast track to success, that is a figment of the imagination construed by a lazy human being. There is blood, sweat and tears. And smiles, and furrowed brows, and laughter and yelling. You realize that you’re not lazy even though you act like it sometimes, you’re a working girl now, putting in your time to get to wherever that far off utopian place of success is that you haven’t quite and may never figure out a definition for.
You’re not that lazy, you’re kind of selfish, you’re kind of confused, but you’re awesome
You’re not lazy because life is too short to be lazy, you’re too stressed out wondering if you’re killing it or screwing up at your job to be lazy. Then the next minute, you’re pondering the grand and magnificent purpose you have yet to fulfill in the universe, not to sound like hot shit or anything, you’ve just got big dreams that you’re going to transpire, which is dope. That’s one helluv a job you got there, trying to grow up and be a woman, who is wise, compassionate, competitive as f*ck, sexy, intellectual. You’re trying to figure out “who you are” and how to be the best person you can be. You’re beginning to empathize with people around you, with your coworkers, with family, with far away people that are dealing with crazy awful shit in the world, and you’re wanting to help out and give back. Then on the contrary, you’re becoming more selfish and in tune with your preferences of what you want out of friendships, relationships, work, life and you guffaw or are baffled by how stupid other people can be.
You should let your freak flag fly, be okay with being the badass you are
You’ve got your glorious moments, you aren’t quite a gem in the rough yet though. You have a high sense of esteem and love for yourself, as you should. But you still battle with self-image issues, not just the aesthetic kind, but the other kind, like of the spiritual mind, nerdy intellect and emotional heart. You still struggle with pleasing people that just can’t be pleased, but you’re coming into your own and accepting the fact that you just can’t please everybody, so might as well let your freak flag fly, as your best friends tell you to do. Sometimes that is easier said than done, but you’re down to give it a go. You realize letting your freak flag fly means accepting yourself as a kick-ass human being, which you are. It means that you are unique and that you have to be ever present with enjoying the moment, enjoying the journey of letting your freak flag fly, whether that means letting unfold your sense of style, your philosophy on life, your crazy ideas to make the world better. Letting your freak flag fly is letting loose but also being empowered to be choosy with who you are portrayed as or behave like. You choose when you want to be a “girly girl,” a feminist, an alpha get-out-of-my-way-before-I-knock-you-out beast, a deep thinker, an emotional wreck, a tough gal, a partier, a workaholic. You’re finding that the more facets of yourself you’re experiencing, the more you need to get a hold of some balance in life, because some shit is getting cray.
Balance is essential, you can still be silly, you aren’t great at some things and that’s okay
Balance is becoming the holy grail of happiness and key to your sanity staying in tact. You experiment with new avenues of self-progress with your fitness, health, friends, relationships, work, time, lack of knowledge about life and other cool stuff you want to learn about. And you’re slowly but surely growing up. You’re still a kid at heart, imagining a brilliant life and fantasizing about the best experiences ever, and are ridiculously goofy and clumsy, but you’re wiser now. You realize that you can talk some talk and walk some walk, but are also humbled when you understand that you really don’t comprehend, fathom or know everything there is to know about the universe. There are some things that you’re just not that great at, and some other things that are really going to suck in your life and in the world. The difference though, between a passive and simple organism and you, is that you have hope to improve things that are broken, you have a delight for the the unknown, a passion to move forward and on an upward trajectory of getting cool shit done and have an infinite number of opportunities to grab hold of.
You have small but immense power to do cool stuff with life, you are a ninja
You can acknowledge that there are some things that you’re just not that great at, or things that are terrible about your life, the people in it, the world dynamics of economy, power, politics, justice. You can acknowledge all those shitty things, but you don’t have to accept them as universal truths forever, you can dwell on problems then realize that you have power, though it may be small in the billionths of a fraction small, but still, you have power. You have power to change how you perceive your life, you have the power to change your thoughts and how you react to circumstances, you have the power to proactively deal with the obstacles that may get flung at you. You have the power to sit and be a passive and simple organism, but it is so much more gratifying and cool to wield your epic powers of life-chasing ninja skills that can high kick obstacles in the face. You have the power to learn and get connected with the world and the people around you. The mere fact that your existence is such a rare and almost impossible occurrence means that you are a unique and interesting being with so much potential. You’re not having a quarter-life crisis, you’re starting to realize your purpose and noticing the steps you need to take to accomplish your goals and do something important that is bigger than you.