Trashflower

I’ve been thinking a lot lately (as may be evidenced by my lack of writing) about who I wanted to be when I grew up. As a child, I told people I wanted to be a corporate lawyer, a writer, a librarian, and President of the US. As I got a little older, I still wanted to be a writer, and study literature, and then decided on becoming a genetic counselor/therapist. Of course, that all changed when I actually got into college and worked in a lab. I was so… bored.

Now, here I am, in a job that most would envy – a marketing position in a growing segment of an industry I’ve loved. And somehow, I’m still not content. It’s not that my job doesn’t challenge me (it does, even on days that I’m not working), and that I don’t believe in what I do. I thought that my job would provide the fulfillment that I needed.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t.

Maybe it’s because I work from home. Maybe it’s because I’m not involved in the community. Maybe it’s because I no longer find common ground with the people I once considered friends. Whatever it is, there seems to be a void that no number of hours can fill.

About a year ago, I discovered “The Quarterlife Crisis” – a couple of books that talked about what it feels like I must be going through. I’m planning on looking into the online groups dedicated to discussing the phenomenon, and maybe starting a local group. Living in a college town, there have to be more people here who feel this way!

I’m also re-dedicating myself to documenting this process, here, on my blog. Maybe it can inspire someone else who’s struggling. And if not, at least it gives me a voice.

Here’s to the future!