I sit down to write an essay and I delete every word. My brain has been a trash bag lately.
Who said there’s a ‘Guidebook’ to what being an Adult should look like? That by the time we reach a certain age we should have everything figured out with a car (I still don’t have my license) or a deposit on a house with your childhood sweetheart you’re about to marry?
You are constantly questioning yourself.
I thought that I would have surpassed the masses and carved out an exciting, edgy, unique career for myself that was full of self-gratification and jealously from my peers.
If you can promise yourself something, make sure every day counts for something.
But every day, I still get up, and I still try to keep pushing towards this elusive “dream,” even though I don’t even know what it is I am looking for. Before you spend so much time beating yourself up over everything you have not done, take the time to reflect on everything that you have done.
Never having good sex again.
I, myself, trudged this lonely path without even realizing what I was experiencing. I was a few years out of college and suddenly found myself unsure of what I wanted to do with my future, worried about how ‘off track’ I was, and concerned about whether I was living up to others expectations.
The dreams you don’t want anymore.
Previous generations have their own presumptions about where we should be, saying things like, “When I was your age…” When these expectations don’t align, we feel inadequate. We feel incapable, which makes us feel stuck.