All of this set in a while ago. It's this weird sense of anxiety that I just can't seem to shake. When I think of all the things it's about (or that I think it's about), I feel stupid, because I know it's all irrational, but I can't help it. I still catch myself wanting to panic and freak out.
I turned 29 earlier this year. Yes, I know that's still quite young, and yes, I know that barring any accident or terminal illness, I still have many years left to do the things I want to do. Still, just a few weeks ago, it hit me.
I'm pushing thirty.
I'm tens of thousands of dollars in debt (student loans, and they're really hurting me, but still, they're there).
I've spent most of my twenties trying to make something of myself, working in retail and other random jobs.
However, I do have a lot of good things going for me. I've earned a bachelor's degree and a master's degree, and I'm currently shopping for a home. Though when I do finally buy that home, it'll be the first place I've ever lived in that will be "my place." During college, I stayed at home with my parents (they insisted, and I didn't fight it). When I went to grad school, I moved in with a relative. I know it's silly to fuss over that, because hey, at least I've always had a place to stay. Still, I've never really had a place of my own, and when that dawned on me, it really drove me nuts. Darn it, I should have have done that by now!
For some reason, all of this just hit me a few weeks ago, and when I look around, it seems like everyone else my age is light years ahead of me, having all kinds of success with work, relationships, life, etc. Then I look at myself and wonder what the heck I've been doing over the past nine years. And I feel stupid for wondering that, because intellectually, I think I've been pretty productive, but I still don't feel like I am where I should be. I feel like I've been stagnant, and I feel like I'm behind everyone else. Also, it becomes even more obvious to me that my life is not going to last forever, and that all these years I've spent doing the things I've chosen to do can never be regained, and for a brief second, it sends a sharp, devastating chill down my spine.
And on top of feeling all these things, I feel alone.
I turned 29 earlier this year. Yes, I know that's still quite young, and yes, I know that barring any accident or terminal illness, I still have many years left to do the things I want to do. Still, just a few weeks ago, it hit me.
I'm pushing thirty.
I'm tens of thousands of dollars in debt (student loans, and they're really hurting me, but still, they're there).
I've spent most of my twenties trying to make something of myself, working in retail and other random jobs.
However, I do have a lot of good things going for me. I've earned a bachelor's degree and a master's degree, and I'm currently shopping for a home. Though when I do finally buy that home, it'll be the first place I've ever lived in that will be "my place." During college, I stayed at home with my parents (they insisted, and I didn't fight it). When I went to grad school, I moved in with a relative. I know it's silly to fuss over that, because hey, at least I've always had a place to stay. Still, I've never really had a place of my own, and when that dawned on me, it really drove me nuts. Darn it, I should have have done that by now!
For some reason, all of this just hit me a few weeks ago, and when I look around, it seems like everyone else my age is light years ahead of me, having all kinds of success with work, relationships, life, etc. Then I look at myself and wonder what the heck I've been doing over the past nine years. And I feel stupid for wondering that, because intellectually, I think I've been pretty productive, but I still don't feel like I am where I should be. I feel like I've been stagnant, and I feel like I'm behind everyone else. Also, it becomes even more obvious to me that my life is not going to last forever, and that all these years I've spent doing the things I've chosen to do can never be regained, and for a brief second, it sends a sharp, devastating chill down my spine.
And on top of feeling all these things, I feel alone.
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