<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:googleplay="http://www.google.com/schemas/play-podcasts/1.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Love Always, Annemarie ୨ৎ]]></title><description><![CDATA[the ramblings of a twenty-something year old girl. talking about sports, spotify, stories and (pop) sounds.]]></description><link>https://annemarieadriana.substack.com</link><image><url>https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!FZp7!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fabc5dd37-aed9-4ed3-b608-28c269d3ec8c_992x992.png</url><title>Love Always, Annemarie ୨ৎ</title><link>https://annemarieadriana.substack.com</link></image><generator>Substack</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2026 17:58:25 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://annemarieadriana.substack.com/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><copyright><![CDATA[Annemarie]]></copyright><language><![CDATA[en]]></language><webMaster><![CDATA[annemarieadriana@substack.com]]></webMaster><itunes:owner><itunes:email><![CDATA[annemarieadriana@substack.com]]></itunes:email><itunes:name><![CDATA[Annemarie]]></itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author><![CDATA[Annemarie]]></itunes:author><googleplay:owner><![CDATA[annemarieadriana@substack.com]]></googleplay:owner><googleplay:email><![CDATA[annemarieadriana@substack.com]]></googleplay:email><googleplay:author><![CDATA[Annemarie]]></googleplay:author><itunes:block><![CDATA[Yes]]></itunes:block><item><title><![CDATA[Growing pains…Growing sideways…Growing up. ]]></title><description><![CDATA[The rambles of a twenty-something year old girl trying to navigate post-grad life.]]></description><link>https://annemarieadriana.substack.com/p/growing-painsgrowing-sidewaysgrowing</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://annemarieadriana.substack.com/p/growing-painsgrowing-sidewaysgrowing</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Annemarie]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 15 Dec 2024 20:45:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com/public/images/f7ae90b3-842f-454d-b819-5d88188c841f_2688x3584.heic" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3><strong>&#8220;What am I doing right now? What do I even want to </strong><em><strong>be</strong></em><strong> doing?&#8221; </strong></h3><p>Some questions I find myself constantly asking myself, my friends, and my family as I cope with the growing pains of post-grad life. Before I get into my existential crisis, let&#8217;s start with a brief introduction.</p><p>Hey, hi, hello. Vas happenin&#8217;? (for my fellow One Direction fans.)</p><p>My name is Annemarie. No nicknames, but I am always open to finding one. I&#8217;m a twenty-something year old girl who is desperately trying to figure out &#8220;what&#8217;s next.&#8221; Six months post-grad, deep in the trenches of finding my dream career, and slowly becoming a professional hobby collector, I am in desperate need of finding someone who can answer my questions.</p><p>My problem: I know what my ideal life would look like - travelling, creating content as a full time job, curating oddly specific Spotify playlists, acting on the stage and screen, and if I&#8217;m lucky, do it all with a friend group filled with my favorite artists and athletes. Yet, I&#8217;m not sure where the line between dreams and reality lie. However, one thing I do know for sure: all dreams have to start somewhere. That&#8217;s what I&#8217;m trying to figure out - <em><strong>where to start</strong></em>.</p><p>The start. The scariest part of the hero&#8217;s journey. Except this time, the hero is a girl who has recently moved back to her hometown and is simply stuck. Stuck in her dead-end job. Stuck staring at LinkedIn, hoping to find the perfect job opportunity. Stuck between applying to grad school, moving to a new city and reinventing herself, contemplating a career change before her career has even begun, or joining a run club. (Spoiler: it will not be a run club&#8230;I prefer a hot girl walk to a marathon sprint.)</p><p><strong> </strong><em><strong>I don&#8217;t know where to start.</strong></em></p><h2><em>&#8220;Let&#8217;s Start at the Very Beginning, a Very Good Place to Start.&#8221; </em><strong>- The Sound of Music</strong></h2><p></p><p><em><strong>The beginning.</strong></em> My first love has always been performing - specifically, musical theater. Inspired by a film classic - <em>The High School Musical trilogy </em>- I have been singing, dancing, and acting since the age of 3. My extracurriculars, my passions, my creativity, my college courses have all been informed by my love of performing. But, I have never been one to stick to one path: I&#8217;ve always wanted <em>more, more, more.</em></p><p></p><p>The following list encompasses most, but not all of the interests I have had in my relatively short life. Harry Potter. Percy Jackson. One Direction. Taylor Swift. London (yes, the city).The Brit Crew. Broadway/West End shows. The MCU. Romcoms. Reading. American Football. Premier League Football. The NHL. The Summer Olympics. Spotify Playlists. Formula 1.&nbsp;</p><p></p><p>Clearly, I have an addiction - <em>escapism</em>. I think that is why I find myself stuck. I keep trying to find an <em>escape. </em>I have a million different passions, a million different lives I want to live. Yet, the pathological people pleasing perfectionist that I am keeps me from that all. I want so badly to fit into the boxes that people have created for me. Artist or Athlete. Creative or Corporate. Small town girl or Big city transplant. Yet, I fall within the grey area. I fall between the cracks.&nbsp;</p><p></p><p>That&#8217;s why I started creating content on TikTok. That&#8217;s why I am starting this blog. I wanted to feel that I had some control, some corner of the internet where I could share my interests without feeling judged, out of place, or just plain <em>weird</em>. I am so sick of trying to fit into a mold and conform to what everyone else wants from me. So I&#8217;m giving myself an outlet, something that&#8217;s my own.&nbsp;</p><p></p><p>Maybe one day I&#8217;ll share how I fell into all of my interests. Maybe I&#8217;ll share a little bit about how my summer post grad I slowly shifted from being on top of the world to experiencing a metaphorical fall from grace. For now, be ready for a catastrophe of creativity as I try to get out of this rut, try to figure out what the hell I am doing.&nbsp;</p><p></p><p>Love always,</p><p>Annemarie&nbsp;</p><p></p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>