The liminal age of 23 is one that I’m not finding easy. The encroaching adulthood, the mounting responsibilities and the dissipating fun are all a shock to the system. I feel like the road I’m treading is ready to fork, and I need to take the right path.
Part of me is thinking I can plug away in my current 9-5, maybe move for more money in a year, get a mortgage, all very traditional. But I’d be setting for mediocrity and expectation and never truly living the dream per se. But maybe that’s just life.
Part of me wants to plug away for a year, save cash and then travel. What comes next is a mystery, but most probably ends with me in the same situation I’m in now. Perhaps this option is an okay precursor to the one above.
And then part of me wants to grab the bull by the horns and absorb myself in achieving the dream- writing for a living. I’m all too tempted to quit my job come September, enroll on a Masters degree in creative writing or something similar, and throw myself into writing with all my free time- freelance, creative, anything and everything. Of course, there’s no guarantee of money or of success and again I could end up back where I am now.
It’s a situation I’m struggling with, so I thought I’d write it down, as per my usual managing methods.
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