What do you call a crisis that occurs when you are in your
30’s? I’m not yet at the midlife crisis age and I think I passed the quarter-life
crisis age, so if I’m going through a crisis, what can I call it? The 30s
crisis? WHAT???
Guess that is why I am starting up a blog. I mean why
not…seems like everyone and their mother is doing it. And, hey, maybe this can finally be something I was meant to do
and most importantly, actually LIKE. Don’t get me wrong. I have a great life
and for the most part, I am happy. I have a great fiancé, who is beyond
supportive even during my periods of mental breakdowns. We’re getting married
in a couple of months (prepare for the wedding posts!) and I cannot wait to be
a Mrs. It’s exciting to think about being a part of a team, coming home to
someone each day, growing old together (well not the growing old so much),
finding a place to set our roots together, thinking about our future children,
and of course, combining incomes (Halleluiah!).
So, besides the blessing of having a great man by my side
for the rest of my days, I live with two cats and one dog, all of whom I
absolutely adore, and I have a roof over my head, a warm bed to sleep in each
night, the means to treat myself usually whenever the whim hits me, and a job that
pays well. So, you may ask, why are you in a crisis? Why do you have
breakdowns? What the hell is the matter with you? Well, I guess it is that ever
nagging question – “is this it?” Again, I love my fiancé more than anyone and
wouldn’t trade that man for anything, however, I just feel like I am meant for
something… else. Call it white girl
problems or whatever…I am stuck in a ho-hum job that is going exactly nowhere
and I hate it. DESPISE IT. It may not even be the job necessarily but it is
definitely not the place for me and each day I feel like I am dying inside. But
what is it I am meant to do?
I have absolutely no freaking clue.
And there is the crisis.
What am I supposed to be doing? What will make me happy?
Shouldn’t I have figured this out in my twenties? How the hell am I going to
deal with this if I haven’t figured this all out by the time I’m 50? Am I just
being selfish?
I’m lost and I have no clue what direction I should be
heading, and now I just want to curl up in a ball and wait for someone to come and
SAVE me. Why doesn’t Bear Grylls have a show on how to survive life…REAL life,
which is way scarier than any desert or jungle?
So, here I am. Just a girl in this world trying to make it.
And that is where this will begin. I’m setting out on a path and I have decided
to share this journey. I have no clue where I’m going or how I will turn out in
the end but here it goes…
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