Chill out, homie.

Everyone around me keeps stressing. People stay worrying about stupid ass shit day and night.

“What am I supposed to do with my life?”

“How can I move to (insert dream destination)?”

“Why don’t I have a girlfriend?”

“Should I call my parents more often?”

“Do you think Sheila is mad at me?”

“Does this shirt look okay on me?”

Yo. YOU HAVE LIFE AND A PLACE TO SLEEP AND FOOD TO PUT IN YOUR MOUTH. SO QUIT STRESSING AND JUST CHILL FOR A SEC HOMIE.

You do you. Stay in your lane and everything will work out. I promise you that. Keep your goals in sight and just make sure you’re gradually working towards them.

And if you’re like me, and don’t have clear goals or aspirations, then just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Take every opportunity that comes your way. Things have a really weird way of working out. I swear.

My former job at Strange Donuts was straight up just handed to me, as casually as one of the owners mentioning to me “I want you to run the new store.” Only thing I did to prove myself for the job was be myself. I didn’t even ask for it. It just kinda happened. So I said yes. I put one foot in front of the other. I thought that would be a good idea. And it was. It worked out.

In my (stupid and often unhelpful) opinion, the only things you should do are the things that make you happy. As long as these things don’t negatively affect the people around you, do whatever the fuck you want. And don’t let a hating ass fuck tell you shit about it.

I’ve been doing whatever I want for a while now, and life’s been working out in the most perfect way I could have ever imagined. I have friends and a job and a roof over my head and good food to eat. There’s a lot of stuff I don’t have. Like a clear future. Or much of a savings account. But that’s ok. Because I know if I continue to do the things that make me happy, everything I need will eventually come.

I like to hike. I like to be outside. I like to walk along the beach. I like to sit on the couch with my friends and talk about life. I like to make coffee. I like eat donuts. I like to do nice things for the people around me (on occasion). I like to read. I like to listen to hip hop and pop punk. I like to write. I like to explore. These things make me very happy.

What do you like to do? What things make you genuinely happy? Go out and do more of these things. The rest will fall into place, I promise you. Don’t think about the future so much.

Or maybe in thirty years when I’m still alone without a career, I’ll look back on writing this and realize how wrong I was at the time. I guess we’ll see.