in your late 20's...
You'll look nothing like the characters on Melrose Place. You won't wear belly shirts to work or live in a hip condominium with scandalous neighbors who have fancy drug addictions or split personalities . You'll be just another girl with a job and a whole lot of big dreams and a bigger size pants than you had expected. You will have no idea how to hold it all together, drink lots of coffee that is beginning to stain your bottom row of teeth, and have a small tattoo on your ankle that turns you bright pink whenever you see it. You'll think about happiness and it'll make you sad to think that it only comes in waves and isn't a constant. You'll crave quiet nights on your couch more than getting crunk in the club. You'll eat brussel sprouts for dinner and enjoy it because actually you were craving them. Your late 20's will be nothing you had expected, but you'll just stick them out.
In fact, you'll try to do more than that. Unlike your younger days when you'd roll up into a ball and hibernate for days alone in a room, you'll still wake up and fulfill your responsibilities. You'll still fight for a better day and for your dreams. Constructive criticism will only hurt for a day or so. You'll try to stop being so intense/passionate/insane/intimidating* and know that changing yourself doesn't mean that you were a bad person before. You'll honor the good. And you'll brush off the bad.
*Remind me to write about this later.