Don’t be afraid to spend money on concerts and travel. Be afraid of growing old and realizing the only place you ever went was work, the only thing you ever did was pay bills, and you forgot to actually live.
Nobody warned me that working a 9–5 basically means never being able to see a doctor, go to the dentist, or handle any appointments because they’re open while you’re at work and closed by the time you get off.
I hatė when jobs ask you to set “goals.” My only goal is to stay employed, pay my bills, and find fulfillment in the parts of my life that have absolutely nothing to do with my job.