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I am a stereotypical Millennial, and that’s okay.
When I grew up I wanted to be a singer, or a model, or an actress. Fortunately, Snapchat and Instagram celebrities didn’t exist in the 90’s; otherwise I probably would have aspired to be a Kardashian instead. It didn’t matter that I was blonde with no butt, I would argue, I could do and be anything I wanted. The world was my oyster and I could reach for the stars. I, let me repeat, I was special.
Thank god the Kardashian brand didn’t exist in the 90’s.
Growing up as a Millennial led me to believe the world was mine to be had. My parents spent their lives slaving away in the corporate world to give me the gift of choosing what I wanted to be. Forget singing and acting, as a millennial I could be a women’s’ rights activist, brain surgeon, or startup founder.
So it came as a surprise to many when I, similar to millions of other Millennials, ended up working a desk job.
So much for the hype.
However, something shifted. It turns out many of us Millennials realized we aren’t the center of the universe. I reluctantly admit that I will never become the next Steve Jobs and Amal Clooney will never be an achievable goal, but rather an inspiration. I cannot reach the stars… but I can have some fun trying.
But do you know what comes with the power of realizing that the world does not, in fact, revolve around you? The freedom to choose a life that fulfills you.
So, in stereotypical Millennial fashion, I quit my desk job to travel the world.
I write for Elite Daily, update my Instagram on the road, and live out of a backpack that carries thousands of dollars worth of electronics. I sleep in hostels but spend hundreds of dollars to swim with sharks. I jump off cliffs in Spain, then proceed to spend even more money for a chiropractor to snap my neck back into place. I hole up in artisanal coffee shops and kiss Spanish boys just because I’m in Spain. I hate Hilary Clinton, but hate Donald Trump even more. I will say that “you just must” visit Marrakech, Morocco and lose my ability to maintain a normal facial expression if you tell me you don’t want to get a passport. The only thing I hate more than paying my taxes is paying to get into nightclubs.
I am that person on the plane wearing a full eye mask and sleep headphones. I find myself paying $10 for a juice, but refusing to get in a cab because Uber is so much cheaper. I will accept a FaceTime from my little sister no matter where I am, including airport security lines. I am volunteering at an orphanage in a few weeks, mostly because it just makes me feel good.
I quit my job after only a year. Every day I struggle, and every single day I am proud of myself for something I have accomplished. I am living in the moment.
I am a stereotypical Millennial, and I have never been happier.