It’s Thursday, kiddies: the day when I roll out a few things I’ve been reading over the past week. Three of ‘em, to be exact. Enjoy. (Remember: click on the big bold print to read the entire article.)
(via @_michaelkelley) Same here. Merriem and I were at the ripe old age of nineteen when we tied the knot. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I remember, then, not being able to rent a car on our honeymoon because we were too young. I remember having to have my dad co-sign on our apartment lease because of our lack of credit history. I remember the utter moments of panic in the weeks that followed as I tried to figure out these strange new terms like “electric bill” and “insurance” and “long distance carrier.”
When we talk to people now about how old we were when we got married, there are inevitably some questions that come from it:
(via @michaelhyatt) Guilty. The second reason is the one I most strongly identify with. How ’bout you?
2. Confront my FOMO. So often I find myself overcommitted because I was afraid to say “no.” Sometimes, I’m just afraid of disappointing someone. Or getting fired. Or not having enough work. Or missing an opportunity. Maybe you can identify. The Fear of Missing Out is powerful—and also pointless.
(via @premiumfunny) This one has been making the rounds, but it’s impressive. And also a sign that their parents have “Let It Go” permanently etched in their brains.
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