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When you hit your mid-twenties, it’s time to be introduced to the world of hostess gifts. It wasn’t necessary to bring a gift to the host of a college kegger—but we are adults now and things are a little different! The parties you will start attending will have a more sophisticated food spread (not just a bowl of stale chips and pretzels), and usually drinks are provided…aka you won’t have to buy a cup. And let’s be real, food and drinks are expensive! So the whole purpose of a hostess

Today’s morning muse: To say that being an entrepreneur is tough, especially in your mid-twenties, is an understatement. Following your dreams can be extremely stressful and disheartening at times. The reality is, you never stop working. While others work in routine, and get to watch the clock tick down to 5pm, we do not get that luxury. We are constantly thinking about ways to push our business forward. We are always networking. Always seeking opportunity. Always trying to navigate our next move. Always trying to figure out who can trust

I think one of the biggest reality checks after graduating college was realizing that the learning does not stop when you get that diploma. Going to school is only the beginning of the learning process. But personally, I like it that way! I think embracing new knowledge is the best ways to stay humble and improve yourself as a person. Learning new things makes you a more interesting, makes it easier to relate and communicate with different types of people, and overall just makes you more confident in diverse situations.

You know, being an 80-something in a 20-something’s body is actually really hard work. {Tweet this} Hangovers have somehow progressed from being minor morning headaches, to feeling like I a got an actual head transplant. Getting ready is now more of a burden than actually being fun. And is it just me, or does Sunday Funday have a totally different meaning once you hit your mid-twenties? The thought of going to a bar for the football game—while slamming bloodies and shots of whiskey with every TD sound great—until I’m about