I know it's been a while. And now that is is officailly been my twenty-fifth birthday for six minutes, I thought I'd take some time for some existential musings...
So here it is: I'm not one who really believes in the whole "quarter life crisis" thing, since I've been "oh, what am I doing with my life?" since I graduated from college anyway. But the question that I ask now is this: How is my life different now than it was a year ago.
And the answer is...I don't think it is. I'm in the same apt, same job, still no man. What gives? I mean, granted, i chose to stay in the same apt. That's not the issue here. The issue is the other two. I've been on more interviews than I can remember in this past year and I'm still at the same job that I tolerate but don't love. I've been on a couple dates here and there but largely, they have been disappointing. It's weird...people always expect a new age to feel different, but it never does.
Is it something I'm doing wrong? D I think that if I had a different job it would solve everything? Do I have impossible expectations when it comes to looking for a guy to date? I don't know. I really don't. There's only so much one can analyze herself before she loses it.
What I hope to be in my 25th year is this: a good person, a good writer, a good friend. To find a new job. To continue my search for love. That is really all one can ask for out of a new start whether it be New Years', Rosh Hashanah, a birthday...or just a new day.
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