Looking back at my second decade, or my #messytwenties, I see a blur of transitions, transformations, revolutions and lots of tequila shots. In a nutshell, in our 20s, we are mostly wrong -- especially because we think we are so right.

How can I be confident that I'm navigating this unstructured free-for-all period correctly when I've been on this earth for less time than the movie Hoosiers? And where can I find some sort of validation for how I'm living that doesn't include Instagram likes?

You would rather be productive with your weekend days than waste them hungover on the couch.

You've failed the day you've stopped trying. In the words of my good friend, Johanna di Silentio: "Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain."

Yeah, all breakups suck, but mutually beneficial break-ups are the worst. There are no winners, no losers; no one to blame, no lamenting. You can't pull a Cusack and stand outside her window holding a boom box over your head.

It's easier to give your all to an enterprise when there are no other claims on your attention, and young adulthood is that time.