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February 27, 2010
February 26, 2010
Quarter-life crisis
I’m not really a writer. From time to time I’ll go through these spouts of anxiety and confusion in my life and I’ll decide to start a diary. Barnes and Noble has made a fortune off my reoccurring interests in journal writing. I have an entire shelf full of half-written journals and notebooks. The idea of blogging always seemed stupid to me. Why would I want people reading my thoughts? What if I say something that offends someone or what if they’re critical of my thoughts? But here I am, creating a blog.
I suppose this is a new phase I’m going through, but I have a lot to say lately. Maybe I should just write in another journal because I’m not sure I have anything great for people to read. I guess I’m just hoping for people to relate to me. Somebody..anybody…
I think I’m having a quarter-life crisis. And yes, that actually exists, believe it or not. Apparently it’s quite common. It’s that time after college when you start questioning everything you’re doing in life…and I do mean EVERYTHING.
When I started working at JPMorgan, I was on cloud nine. What a great place to start my career. I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do for a living and wanted so badly to be a part of the corporate life. I’m not so sure of that now. I’ve been here for three years and have to decide “what next?” I feel like whatever my next step is will determine the rest of my life. I’m afraid that my decisions will be the wrong ones and I’ll spend my life correcting them or just being unhappy.
It’s not just work. I keep questioning everything in my life. Am I really living this life the way I want to live it? What is it that I even want out of this life? My frustration that stems from answering these questions is almost unbearable lately. My anxiety is overwhelming.
I met this girl a couple of months ago that commented on how she thought I had such a great life and had everything put together. I suppose I do have a good life, but there is something missing. It’s funny though, because her life seemed pretty damn good to me. The grass is always greener on the other side.
I suppose this is a new phase I’m going through, but I have a lot to say lately. Maybe I should just write in another journal because I’m not sure I have anything great for people to read. I guess I’m just hoping for people to relate to me. Somebody..anybody…
I think I’m having a quarter-life crisis. And yes, that actually exists, believe it or not. Apparently it’s quite common. It’s that time after college when you start questioning everything you’re doing in life…and I do mean EVERYTHING.
When I started working at JPMorgan, I was on cloud nine. What a great place to start my career. I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do for a living and wanted so badly to be a part of the corporate life. I’m not so sure of that now. I’ve been here for three years and have to decide “what next?” I feel like whatever my next step is will determine the rest of my life. I’m afraid that my decisions will be the wrong ones and I’ll spend my life correcting them or just being unhappy.
It’s not just work. I keep questioning everything in my life. Am I really living this life the way I want to live it? What is it that I even want out of this life? My frustration that stems from answering these questions is almost unbearable lately. My anxiety is overwhelming.
I met this girl a couple of months ago that commented on how she thought I had such a great life and had everything put together. I suppose I do have a good life, but there is something missing. It’s funny though, because her life seemed pretty damn good to me. The grass is always greener on the other side.
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