I hit my quarter life crisis on my 25th birthday just this past February. I literally woke up (hungover as all hell) and called my best friend Megan and had a breakdown over the phone. No, not like an emotional breakdown where I was crying and weeping; the opposite in fact. I called her and made fun of myself for well about an hour. It was like I woke up with a bit of clarity on a few things in my life.
1) Don't drink Jameson on your 25th birthday because I turn into an angry drunk with hard liquor
2) That I was a serial monogomist-commitmentphobe (yes thats a complete oxy moron yet so true)
3) That I date men who I consider a project, like they can be fixed up and made better (horrible I know)
About a month later I was talking to my Dad on the phone. I recently went back to get my Masters in Health Promotion and Managment and was doing really well in school. That's when my Dad asked the question "Well what are you going to do after school? What are you going to use the degree for?" That's when it hit me, I had no freaking clue.
After working as a Parties and Special Events Assitant/Manager for three years I knew that I didn't want to be in the restaurant business anymore. It just wasn't for me. The easiest solution was to go back to school. I have always been interested in Nutrition and Physical Exercise so I figured going back to school would be my best option. I love to learn about as much as I possibly can. Therefore, going back to school seemed like the perfect fit for this time in my life.
I told my father that I wasn't sure exactly what I was going to do with the degree and that I would eventually figure it out. I said I was young and had plenty of time to figure out life and thats when he said 'you are young, but you aren't getting any younger." Touche, Dad! That is when the second bitch smack in the face came. I realized that I had NO idea what the hell I was going back to school for or what I wanted to apply my degree to in the future. NONE. NADA. ZERO.
For the last two months I have been contemplating what I want to do with my life. I have literally had a sit down with everyone in my family basically begging them to make the decision for me. I am all over the place and for once in my life I am not focused on damn bit. There are sixty things that I can think of that I would like to do in the future, but which one is really for me? No clue. More things I have learned about myself:
1) I am a commitmentphobe with everything in life. I don't want to make a decision on anything in regards to my future because it seems to final.
2) That I have the attention span of a 4 year old when it comes to anything. I usually get really involved into one thing for a month or two and then eventually get bored and move on
3) That going to school is helping me delay my "life long career" decision
Now I sit here, four months into my quarter life crisis trying to figure out exactly what is my purpose on this planet. I know I will get out of this confusion soon, but I am impatient (my whole family would agree with that statement) so hopefully I can rush this along a little. How? Not sure yet, but I am going to make a plan!
