Well. It’s been a while, blogosphere. I graduated college (who’s impressed? I’m not!) and took a whirlwind trip through Europe (more to come someday – I’m still digesting the madness and awesomeness). It’s been a few weeks of reverse culture shock, unpacking all my nonsense from my apartment, and some serious questioning about everything.
Now, according to “Thought Catalog”, my “crisis” is something post-grads normally go through. The whole moving back at home (TEMPORARILY, YOU JUDGING PEOPLE OUT THERE), questioning all my choices, worry about my career/future, blah blah blah.
It doesn’t help that my mom just told me, “It’s 2012, kid. Your life is passing you by. It’s all downhill from here.” (She said this because we were watching “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days” and I was a bit confuzzled because she said the movie was about 10 years old which was appalling to me…and she was, of course, right).
Here’s the real problem, though. I only have “moments” where I really worry about my future/job/housing/relationships (or lack thereof, if we want to be honest :P). Perhaps this carefree sentimentality stems from the fact that because I still feel like money is kind of magical when it’s in my bank account and not in front of me and I sort of just hope and pray that my taxes and credit card bills are balancing out…oops?
Anyway, I’m actually enjoying the change of pace, the freedom. For the first time in years I’m not superchaoticbusyeverywhereatalltimes. My whacked out body is fantastic at waking up at weird hours, so I’ve been working out around 5:30/6 each morning and then working until about 3/4 pm each day. Sometimes I go to bed around 8/9 but I have plenty of time to read, write, play bass, or veg. It is truly wonderful.
I’ve still got time to see the people I love and care about, hang out with my friends, and travel on the weekends. It’s a pretty sweet deal. I can’t really complain. I have a job, I’m close to the city, my parents aren’t killing me, and I’d say I’m relatively happy.
So, other 20-somethings out there. Embrace your life situation. Set some goals, try something new, and keep your chins up! You’ve got plenty of time to worry about your life, but give yourself time to relax and enjoy all life has to offer which may or may not include watching re-runs of “The Unit” with your parents 😛
P.S. Anyone else feel this way or is it just me?
P.P.S. No judging my life 🙂