Today’s guest post comes from Lauren Berliner, a bold and passionately amazing friend of mine. I hope you enjoy Lauren’s story as much as I do.
Oh, don’t be ashamed. You know you know the ever-so-classic chorus of Chumbawumba’s one hit wonder, “Tubthumping. Need a quick refresher?
“I get knocked down, but I get up again, you’re never gonna keep me down…”
While most of us know that these lyrics are really about a crazy bender at a bar and the not-so-fun consequences of mixing alcohol and gravity, I find that they define the grind of being a Twentysomething pretty accurately. From a break-up with the man you thought you’d walk down the aisle with to breaking out as a rock star on your team at work, the ups and downs of these formative years truly define who we will hopefully become as we inch our way towards adult life.
After college, we are thrown head first into the fast-paced world of what we were promised would be a beautiful blend of work-life balance, mentorship, and networking by day and mature relationships and spacious lofts by night. Yet, no one told us that our straight line up the corporate ladder would look more like a stock market gone horribly bad. Mix in a bad date or an evil ex- best friend…and go! Like our squiggly counterpart on the NASDAQ, some of us will thrive, plateau or even fail, quite epically. It is our duty at this age to roll with the punches, even if there are days that you feel like a worn-in punching bag.
Sometimes, the worst of circumstances can even provide the most opportunity to bounce back. When that awful boyfriend shows his true colors or our work situation goes sour, we somehow find the strength in ourselves to let go of the past – both mentally and physically – and arrive at the next chapter. And once the regrets of failure are left behind, we can chase down our dreams and truly get back up again.
Most importantly, we’re still young enough to always have a second (or fifth) chance, a verge of genius ‘Plan B’ in our back pockets and the chutzpah to believe in ourselves, blind faith and all.
We’re going to fall down – a lot – in our twenties, but all we can do is put a Hello Kitty band-aid over our boo-boos when we scrape our knees and keep moving forward. If not, we can always order ourselves a Lager drink…or a Cider drink…at our local pub with a few hooligan friends and think to ourselves, “What Would Chumbawumba Do?” because no one can ever keep our scrappy generation down for long.