Quarter life crisis
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Today, I committed to my job until the end of December. (If you listen closely, you can hear my mom rejoicing.) Then, I came home and cried. Not a single tear to mark the temporary pause in my nomadic existence, but full-out sobbing to the general tune of "my life sucks." Now, if you ask me, this is an unreasonable reaction. I like my colleagues, love my clients, and add to my writing portfolio by the week. I don't have a commute. I spent Jan-May backpacking around in Asia and Europe, so my bank balance can definitely use the bolstering. And it's only 6 months! And yet, it felt like I was selling my soul to a lifetime of corporate drudgery. I blame the quarter-life crisis--that point where you're several years out of college, have a job, and are forced to consider your next major career/life move. Grad school? (in a year) Move up the career ladder? Change jobs? Quit and become a freelancer so you can travel whenever, wherever? (yes, please) It's just like the last semester of college, when everything is wide open to you and you're forced to narrow it down...only this time, the decision will have greater ramifications. I'm no longer a "recent graduate," after all. Thank goodness that 30 is the new 20. :) |
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