I've been reflecting on my 20's as I've gone down the rabbit hole of #Rich Kids of Beverly Hills. My 20's were not spent in Beverly Hills, in fact no part of my life was spent there, aside from a bus tour to look at the homes of the stars, when I was about nine. I grew up in Calgary, and although I loved the song Valley Girl and wore checkered Vans, I really didn't know much about LA at all.
What I do have in common with the #Rich kids of Beverly Hills, is that my 20's were totally messy and confusing. It's a deep dive to go into all of it, and I'm sure I will someday, but it's so easy to glamorize youth and forget the legit angst of it.
I had failed crush after crush, and emotional ups and downs with friends, I drank way too much, did too many drugs and came out the other side breathless and clinging to the side of the pool.
I love the dewey skin of the 20's, but I am (and have to be) willing to give that up for having my feet on the ground, most of the time, anyway.
What I do have in common with the #Rich kids of Beverly Hills, is that my 20's were totally messy and confusing. It's a deep dive to go into all of it, and I'm sure I will someday, but it's so easy to glamorize youth and forget the legit angst of it.
I had failed crush after crush, and emotional ups and downs with friends, I drank way too much, did too many drugs and came out the other side breathless and clinging to the side of the pool.
I love the dewey skin of the 20's, but I am (and have to be) willing to give that up for having my feet on the ground, most of the time, anyway.
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