Reality Check: Why You Need to Get Your Sh*t Together in Your 20s

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You’re not going to be young for that much longer.

So now is the time to get yourself on a track that will set you up to accomplish what you want out of life.

What I’m saying is, if you want to be a professional basketball player, you should probably hit the court and start working on your jump shot, sooner rather than later.

So without anymore fluff-- this is why you need to get your sh*t together if you’re in your twenties in New York City.

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You won’t have this much energy forever

This city is for the strong. News flash: you already get credit just by being here. Congratulations. Now you have to utilize your youthful energy. I’m not trying to be an a**hole, but you need to act now while you still believe you can, while your passion still has fire. Ever seen a super-motivated old person?

Well, yeah, I have too, but they are few and far between. And they’re running on inertia from a momentum they started in their twenties, probably.

You’re an adult now

That means you need to clean your room, do your laundry, wash your dishes, schedule your own doctors appointments, and even (gasp) pay your own bills. And a bunch of other things that signal you're a grown-up ass adult.

Clean your fu*king room. And I’m not just saying that to you, I’m saying that to myself. Let’s discuss the magical freedom of a clutter-less room. Has anyone ever experienced it? Yeah, it’s like having a planet lifted off your shoulders. I know.

One word: metabolism

Extra, extra, read all about it. Your body will not look like this forever. If you want to go to McDonald’s and get a Big Mac-- this is the time (although I too think it’s bullsh*t that they won’t pay their workers livable wages).

If you want to get in shape, and this is urgent, this is the time. Get the hell off your couch and go to yoga, because if you’re obese and forty it’s way, way, way harder to drop those pounds than it is if you’re a little overweight at twenty-five. Like way harder. I’ve never been forty, but I heard it’s way harder.

You need mentors

And no one wants to mentor a thirty-year-old. Unless they’re, like, seventy... then maybe they do. But the fact that “it’s not what you know, it’s who you know” doesn’t have to be a depressing fact. It’s no longer a tribute to feudalism and serfdom, where only the children of the monopolized empires can get good jobs.

It’s really all about passion... figure out what sets your soul on fire, then find out who’s doing that thing. Find these people, and find out where they are. Contact them, let them know you’re their admirer, ask them for advice. That's a dope-ass way to succeed.