At some point during the 3 years since I’ve graduated from college, I missed the memo that I’m an adult now. There seems to be some sort of disconnect in my mind, whereby other 26 year olds are grown-ups, and I’m a fledgling child. I look at former classmates who are married and producing children and my initial reaction is shock and disbelief… as if they’re candidates for 16 and Pregnant… and then I remember that we are closer to 30 than 20. Those “old people” I look at who are settled down with a family, they’re the same age as me. I’m the weird one. What the hell is my problem?
The short answer is – I have no idea. I entered college knowing precisely where I wanted to go with my life, and I left more confused than ever. Some days I have no idea whatsoever what I want to do, and other days I have so many ideas I couldn’t possibly fulfill them all in one lifetime.
The one common denominator is writing. I enjoy it, I crave the creative outlet, and I like to think I’m pretty good at it. That’s where this blog comes in. Hopefully, through this medium I can learn what it is exactly I want to do when I grow up. And more importantly, become okay with not knowing just yet.
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