I’m 20 years old, and I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. This, my friends, is a quarter-life crisis.
What is a quarter-life crisis you ask? Well, it’s kind of like a mid-life crisis but 20 years premature. Instead of realizing your mortality in life, you realize your mortality as a student.
You start to question what you’re going to do with your life and if you even have a chance of surviving in the real world. Eventually, we all have to graduate and enter what they call the “real world.”
When I came to college almost three years ago, I had a plan. I had a plan to get a degree in journalism, graduate and go on to work for the New York Times as a reporter.
Now, I’ve lost all confidence in that plan. I’ve changed my dream career so many times, I’ve lost count.
Do I want to be a journalist? Do I want to be a graphic designer? An astronaut? Rapper? The possibilities are endless. Sometimes I think I’d be perfectly content just work at a Starbucks. Free tea for life is a pretty good perk if you ask me.
Just kidding. It’s not that bad. I love journalism; plus I’m not good at anything else. But it doesn’t help that people say, “Isn’t that a dying field?” when I tell them I want to write for a living.
Graduation is a little more than a year away for me, and I’m nowhere near the answer to what I’m doing after I walk across that stage, let alone what I’m doing this weekend.
It’s a lot to think about, but hey, it’ll all work out for the best. Or so I’ve been told.
You may be going through your mid-life crisis, too, but know you are not alone, my friend.
As long as you don’t go out and buy yourself a new sports car – which, lets be real, none of us can afford that anyway – I think you’ll make it through.
After all, misery loves company, right?