They say that your 20's are great - you get out of University (maybe) and the world is your oyster.
That'll be great, but then there's job hunting - will I find a job that I like, what will I be making in my first job, how far is it from home, will I have to do shitty, boring jobs for the next 5 years before I get anywhere, what if my boss and co-workers hate me, what do I wear to a job interview, was my degree worth it in the end, what am I even doing? And so on.
And then there's life questions, we don't want to get into those, I think television has that covered quite well :) I only wish I end up with a cool group of friends, like on Friends, or How I Met Your Mother or Girls or Big Bang Theory. Maybe not Gossip Girl, I don't know if having friends that rich would be worth the drama.
Best case scenario when I come out the other end at 30 would be - working in a cool industry, such as PR or Editorial of some sort where my workplace is child friendly so I can work part time and still raise my two gorgeous kids, a boy and a girl, and walk my ridiculously big dog who saved my life once. And have a third child if I want to because I've been so awesome that they'd rather let me work from home than lose me. Married of course. Well travelled and living in my own home, preferably in Auckland. And in our lunch breaks, my hubby and I will hang out with our friends in a coffee shop, discussing the fun stuff we do with all our hard earned dough.
Worst case scenario when I reach 30 - dead.
There is a lot of middle ground there, but it seems like I'll need to be sorting my shit out now if I want outcome 1. And I guess that is why I'm so scared - the choices I make now, not the ones I made in high school, are the ones which will effect my future. Who knows, maybe at 31 I'll be not much further than where I am now and worrying about the same things. Only it would be worse because I'll look back and think "what did I do with the last 10 years?"
But how do you start living? I guess I'll start by taking it one day at a time, seize every opportunity and do more yoga :)
That'll be great, but then there's job hunting - will I find a job that I like, what will I be making in my first job, how far is it from home, will I have to do shitty, boring jobs for the next 5 years before I get anywhere, what if my boss and co-workers hate me, what do I wear to a job interview, was my degree worth it in the end, what am I even doing? And so on.
And then there's life questions, we don't want to get into those, I think television has that covered quite well :) I only wish I end up with a cool group of friends, like on Friends, or How I Met Your Mother or Girls or Big Bang Theory. Maybe not Gossip Girl, I don't know if having friends that rich would be worth the drama.
Best case scenario when I come out the other end at 30 would be - working in a cool industry, such as PR or Editorial of some sort where my workplace is child friendly so I can work part time and still raise my two gorgeous kids, a boy and a girl, and walk my ridiculously big dog who saved my life once. And have a third child if I want to because I've been so awesome that they'd rather let me work from home than lose me. Married of course. Well travelled and living in my own home, preferably in Auckland. And in our lunch breaks, my hubby and I will hang out with our friends in a coffee shop, discussing the fun stuff we do with all our hard earned dough.
Worst case scenario when I reach 30 - dead.
There is a lot of middle ground there, but it seems like I'll need to be sorting my shit out now if I want outcome 1. And I guess that is why I'm so scared - the choices I make now, not the ones I made in high school, are the ones which will effect my future. Who knows, maybe at 31 I'll be not much further than where I am now and worrying about the same things. Only it would be worse because I'll look back and think "what did I do with the last 10 years?"
But how do you start living? I guess I'll start by taking it one day at a time, seize every opportunity and do more yoga :)
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| Off to Imagine Dragons concert, danced away my worries |
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