Sounds about right at 25. I think the twenties are just the hardest years. It’s like you have all these ideas, no money, and life just seems like this huge thing to overcome. But it isn’t. I’m 37. I totally get where you are. But you’re definitely WAY hard on yourself, girl. Be happy that you’re twenty-five. It feels old probably because you’re the oldest person everywhere you go, like school, but it’s really not old. Sounds cliche, but you have your whole life ahead of you. You can do whatever you want. And you’re supposed to make mistakes, that’s how you learn.And even if you don’t think you’re learning and changing and growing, you are. Just from reading your post, you have an awareness. That’s huge.
When I was your age (*eyeroll*, I know) it was right around 9/11. I remember working in a cubicle in New York and watching those planes crash into the WTC. It completely took me. And up until that point i was feeling the way you are feeling. But after that, it’s like I woke up. Nothing matters anymore after something like that, except your happiness. So i did ‘me’, you know? I quit my full time job, got some temp work, backpacked through Europe, lived in sketchy apartments, all the stuff I wanted to do that wasn’t exactly what people thought I should be doing. I followed my gut. And during all of that, I found things that made ME happy. Not anyone else.
Sometimes we caught up with an idea of what we think happiness looks like. But in reality it’s different for everyone. Your twenties are just for that–finding what makes YOU happy. It’s painful, uncomfortable, but in the end (and there is an end), you’ll find yourself in a completely different place. Just have faith in yourself and believe you are deserving and worthy of everything in life. Yet another cliche, but true…
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