To all those recent college graduates and twenty somethings that are on your own for the time I say to you in the words of the great Dr. Seuss, “Congratulations! Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away!” or so you thought. If you’re a recent graduate whose grown accustomed to the constant gnawing at your stomach, the fingernails chewed raw, and sleepless nights fretting about the next time someone asks what your plans are next and instead of giving them an impressive compendium of job prospects, cover letters, and 5 year plans you give them a noncommittal shrug and a “I’m just seeing where life takes me” (which translates to “I have no clue what I’m doing, and I just hope something falls into my lap”) then I say to you: Welcome to your quarter-life crisis!
If you’re expecting this article (better yet, this entire blog) to give you a simple solution to your (newly found) adult suffering, then I will stop you now. The answers are not here. Even worse, I haven’t even gotten completely through mine. In fact, this article (and yes, this entire blog) is dedicated to chronicling my own struggles as a twenty something female going through a crisis.
I am an aspiring writer, artist, and all around dreamer trying to navigate my way through a society filled with financial debt as a norm, essentially non-existent job security, and Miley Cyrus being highly rewarded for writhing around naked on television every night. These are scary times, my friends.
Atleast once a week there will be posts on this blog regarding my experiences in the service industry, as a consumer, and just as someone trying to get through without sneaking off with my parents’ leftovers in the middle of the night.
Feel free to share your experiences with me, too! We’ll laugh, we’ll cry (mostly cry), and maybe, just maybe, we’ll get through this.