Might be a Quarter Life Crisis
I turn 25 next month.
A fact that I have been struggling to reconcile with for the the past few weeks. Like, am I doing what a 25 year old is supposed to be doing? What exactly does a 25 year old do?
I get insecure sometimes about whether or not I’ve accomplished enough for someone my age, and I’ve just been in my head so much about things lately. I’m not in a relationship (all my single ladies…?!), I don’t have kids, and I work a job I kind of hate. These are all things that tug at my subconscious and make me question if I’m on the right path. Especially when every other day, Facebook tells me so and so from high school is engaged; and, oh yeah, such and such is having another baby.
To be honest, I don’t even want those things. I don’t want the anchors of a marriage, nor do I want the lifetime commitment of kids; at least not right now. I want a career I can be passionate about; one that feeds and inspires me because it allows me to live in my purpose. I want to travel. Experience new cultures, adventures, and to meet new and eclectic, colorful people. I want to build great memories and life experiences that I can reflect happily on years from now. I also still want to be young, stupid, and just a tad bit irresponsible sometimes.
I’m turning 25.
I guess it’s really not so bad. I get to rent cars for super cheap. I get to pay less for car insurance. I get to still have the luxury of making random, sporadic plans.
But I guess best of all, I get to still have time.
(Source: b-joux)
