We’ve heard it before. Small town mentality is the mindset that someone from a small town has. Simple enough, right? A small town mentality can hinder you from achieving greater things or make one fear trading a small town for a bigger one. It may also be the reason behind close mindedness.
It can get pretty comfortable being from a small town. You know your neighbors and your way around; it feels safe. Many people are creatures of habit and it can get scary leaving a small town to realize that there is so much more world out there. I know for a fact that I would be afraid to. Actually, I am afraid to. “But how?” some may ask. You’re from NYC you shouldn’t be intimidated to move to another big town.
Social media can be so tricky.
When you’re as young as 11 years old with an Instagram account, you aren’t thinking about your future brand as a person. You don’t even know what a brand is, most likely. So, for about six years, you’re busy posting whatever you want.
I didn’t have any social media presence at 11. As a matter of fact, I had to ask permission to create a Sconex account and for years I went without a MySpace because my sister and mother were religious viewers of the news. I was about 16 when I finally made an account and I was ten days shy of 18 when I got my first cell phone. A slider phone. The Samsung Gravity. It wasn’t until I knew someone in college to invite me (a cousin) that I got on Facebook. I was a
late delayed bloomer.
Learning that what I posted online should be monitored was always a part of my social media life because I had a sister who was always checking over me. Mostly to make sure I wasn’t setting up any dates with random older men but also to make sure that the content I was putting out wasn’t offensive, derogatory, and didn’t defame my character. It wasn’t until my last few semesters in college, studying advertising, that this idea of monitoring what I posted online came up again. But this time, it was defined as “building my brand”. A brand? Like, Nike?
Yes. Like Nike.
This summer I was in the mood for something new. I was interning in New York City and decided to maximize my time there. I challenged myself to be more active. Hard to do, but not hard to do. Get it? It wouldn’t take much for me to be more active, but just as quickly as I felt the urge to get up and move is as quickly as the urge moved.
Getting active is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time but let procrastination get the best of me. How ironic, right? Procrastinating about getting active. Anyway, to do this, I wanted to find something that was fun, convenient to get to (from work) and was a “one-stop-shop”. That way, I could work on strength, flexibility, and cardio all at once. So what did I choose?
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As a 20something recently graduating college and being on her own, I share my experiences while I transition into what I consider real adulthood. Often, one’s 20s are glorified to be the most blissful, amazing time of one’s life but that type of success doesn’t come overnight.
Through this blog, I’d like to document the challenges I encounter as I grow into an adult, which include but isn’t limited to physical and mental health changes, personal growth, “real world” experiences and more. I hope to reach others that share a similar story and let them know they are not alone, as well as be a resource for the younger ladies and gents that will be in my shoes very soon.
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