Welcome to Crying in Cursive.
I'm glad you're here :)

According to my age (25), I'm officially an adult... but in this space, I am allowing myself to find my inner child and will be as messy (and cute) as I need in order to find my way in a world that is seemingly... just as messy (but not so cute).

 

I graduated college in 2022 with a degree in exercise science. Guess what I've never used... my degree in exercise science! The expectation of knowing what you want to do for the rest of your life at 18 years old should be illegal—yet here I am, stuck in what feels like a quarter life crisis, 3 years into what I thought would be my lifelong career.

 

I live alone with my cat, Polly (the love of my life), and work at a day spa... sometimes applying to graduate schools and every now and then crashing out, coming this close to quitting my job and moving out to the countryside to maybe avoid the unbearable modern day expectations this society has created.

 

My goal here is to create a safe space for my disoriented thoughts, yet poetic ideas as a twenty something with no fu*king clue what she's doing. And hopefully some other twenty somethings can feel somewhat less alone as they too attempt to navigate life as an "adult".