The man looks deep into my soul and says, "Grinding is usually a sign of stress or anxiety. Your teeth are much more damaged than they should be for someone your age. Do you want to talk about it?"
If we can find those bits of joy in our daily life, and they don't have be grand gestures or inconvenient efforts to be totally content, I'd hope that we can all get one step closer to whatever that imaginary light down that tunnel is.
We can sniff out the phonies of any Fox News panel, and are tired of listening to a bunch of PR-placed "experts" sitting in their overly air-conditioned newsroom, talking about what's happening outside. How do they know?
As much as we celebrate writers and poets as speakers of truth, sometimes I can't help but think that the real voice of a generation is someone like Stephen Hawking.
But seriously, where is the line between being realistic versus being optimistic? Where is the line between going for your dreams versus being crazy stupid? Where is the line between being content and happy with your life versus settling and being tired of life?
Sure, young 20-somethings (YTS) don't have wrinkles and crushing responsibilities like a mortgage, kids or elderly parents living in the spare bedroom. Know what else we don't have? Jobs. Money. A home. Secure relationships.
Since before Hauck's Market opened 100 years ago, Schnitzelburg has had an amazingly warm, tight, community. But people like myself are threatening it. We're not trying to ruin Schnitzelburg, but we are anyway.
You just made a bold move to save enough money to buy something for yourself. And, without realizing it, you just raised your own gold standard. And with this new gold standard, comes two scary questions -- what's next, and what else do you want for yourself?
"Happiness" is a vague term, but these days, because the future is so unsettled, I'm interpreting pursuing it to mean stepping outside myself and inhabiting the present.
I ask every woman I interview what three gifts they would give a 20-something to get through their twenties with more confidence in their own decisions.
A quarter life crisis? Is that me? At the time, I was lost. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, only knowing that I didn't want to trade the safe confines of my amazing collegiate life for graduation.
In these final years of our restless 20's, we're wrestling with some big ticket items -- getting married, finding better jobs, moving, settling down, having kids.
On a Conan appearance, Mamet, who plays the naive Shoshanna on Girls said guys are turned off by her "ambition." "Ninety percent of the time when I go...
While I consider myself dependable, I'm definitely guilty of succumbing to this annoying generational affliction. It's FOMO, better known as Fear of Missing Out, and it's spreading like the plague.
Bringing lunch. Whether you love it or hate it, you kinda know it's the right thing to do. Come noon, instead of hungrily browsing SeamlessWeb or roam...
Some of you may recall that I was a complete dud in my first corporate PR job. My boss despised me, my colleagues thought I was overeager, and it to...
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Summer is approaching and your twenty something is graduating. The last thing you want is your twenty something using their lack of experience and the slow job market as an excuse to lay on the couch watching reality TV.
No matter how old you are the divorce of your parents is difficult, so allow yourself to feel whatever you are feeling. You may chronologically be an adult but this may trigger very childlike feelings and memories.
Several months ago, before she died, I found a picture of my mother and myself. In this picture, the camera loved us both. If I take a piece of paper and cover parts of our faces, I see that I have her mouth.