I think that if you can have a mid-life crisis (around 50 yrs old), what's to stop you from having one in your quarter-life (sometime around 25)?
I think I'm having a quarter-life crisis.
May factors have contributed to this psychological assessment, but ultimately, I think it comes down to three main events.
1) role as a not so desperate house wife- I have been out of work for over a year and while I enjoy being at home with Pazu, my sense of self worth has been swirling down the toilet. Most of us dread going to work on Monday mornings, but you know you have a place in the world. There is someone who depends on you to enlist your intellect and charm to get a job done. Even if you get paid peanuts, its a good feeling to be wanted. Applying for a job online seems to be a waste of time. Unless you mention key words somewhere in your application, your resume gets sent to some digital graveyard. Good luck trying to contact human resources to follow up. What's is so wrong with my resume that someone hasn't said, "What a gem! This girl is gold. Someone call her immediately."
2) the degree field - both of my degrees are in exercise physiology. In undergraduate school, I had these crazy ideas about promoting health and wellness and keeping up with the sports world. But is this what i want to do with the rest of my life? What do I want to be when I grow up? Who do I want to be? Hecked if I know, hence the crisis situation. This might be tied into event #1 with not being able to find a job in the field, even though I'm 100% qualified. I know that I want to be a writer (please see post title "screaming hallelujah"), but unfortunately it might be a year after you complete a book before you see one red cent. Bummer.
3) motherhood- so I thought that my next adventure might be in the role of mother, but the road to baby bliss has been a recurring nightmare of the Atari game "Pitfall." I'll post the more intricate details of this in a later post. While Eric and I know that our day will come, we've been trying for 2.5 years with marginal success. I try not to get upset, but what really burns me is when two people, who may or may not love each other, who probably are not married, mess around and end up pregnant. It seems that the people who most desire a child are denied, while those who don't end up with one. It's funny, so where's the punch line?
So what do I do now? Pray. And pray some more. I have to believe that God has a plan for me, but I've never been a good student of patience.
