So, you are Twentysomething. Now what?

As I try my damnedest to think of a catchy opener for my new blog I am overcome with a feeling of anxiety that I will completely let everyone down and just ramble on about nothing they will care about...

I'll just dive in:

"So, no one told you life was gonna be this way. Your job's a joke. You're broke. Your love life's DOA." -The Rembrandts

It is obvious that I am not the only one out there in my twenties who is single, living with a roommate, with exactly zero love prospects, and cuddling up to a high maintenance dog every night. I am, however, one of the few who finds humor in my everyday life. The reality is, my life isn't necessarily more exciting than yours, I just choose to laugh at the times like when I was topless, making out with the personal trainer from my gym (which is life-reevaluation material right there) when he sat up, heat of the moment, and my teeth greeted his forehead with such force he bled for 30 minutes. Or, the time I took two guys I met on Tinder on the same date and given the nature of the situation, neither of them had a clue that I was also on a date with the other. You will, of course, in due time learn all of the details of all of these stories, but not today.

Today, I choose to introduce myself to those of you who may not be as familiar with me as others. Brittany, you can stop reading now. You get play-by-play, minute-by-minute, neurotic over analysis-by-neurotic over analysis updates. Everyone else, feel free to read on.

I was born a poor black child... Wait. That's from The Jerk. But I am Sarah Black; Illinois born and raised, living in small-town Iowa just outside of Iowa City, working an underpaying job with my English, Pre-law degree, and I have a Rescue Pomeranian named The Honorable Judge Pancake, Judge for short.

The purpose for my writing this blog is actually in lieu of my writing a memoir. This will serve as a memoir-in-progress as so many bogs do. I will reminisce about the way long ago, sometimes about yesterday, and I will discuss how freaking terrifying the future seems when you live a life of absolute uncertainty. No. Seriously. I have a job. I have no idea if I will still be working it next week. We will hash out the details of that and, in the process, maybe figure it out.

My hope is not only to be word vomiting to a bunch of other twentysomethings, but to work through the uncertainty and welcome genuine discussion. I pray you don't judge me, should I offer something personal such as a glimpse into my sex (or lack thereof) life. But, knowing that someone else out there in the world is going through the same things helps me, so I hope it helps someone-- even if it's just myself.

Thank you for reading today's installment, and I hope you share with friends in the future as this blog develops into something palatable.

Feel free to follow me on Twitter, Instagram @sarahfblack and always swipe right on Tinder if you see me. I'm that red-headed dime, with the thick-rimmed glasses and big teeth. Try to contain yourself.

All my love,
Sarah