There is something creepy and daunting about being twenty-five. Officially in your mid-twenties. I turn the big two-five in a couple more months, but just the fact that it’s creeping slowly on me makes me anxious, and a little fearful of it. It’s just a number, I know. But still.
I have no slightest clue why I feel the way I do. So many feels. Maybe it’s the fact that I don’t have my shit together. Or I feel like I don’t. I look at Taylor Swift, who is only a year older than me and how incredibly successful she is. Jennifer Lawrence! Do not even get me started on the amazing United Nations Ambassador Emma Watson. I know, why am I even comparing myself to these high-profiled successful women? It is the root of evil. But it does probe the question: what am I doing with my life?
Our younger selves created this vision for our future selves – that is the root of this pressure. Not only we crafted this expectation for ourselves, but society has some influence, too. The Plan: go to college, get a degree, and get a job. You’re set! Those are the ideals that are ingrained in us. By twenty-five you should be embarking on your successful career. Emphasis on the word “should.”
Yet I feel like most twenty-somethings and I fell short. Frankly, our twenties are difficult as it is, and when you hit a certain age, it gets even more confusing and difficult.
Personally, having an identity crisis is one of the complexities I find being a twenty-somethings. I don’t have that excuse of being a “recent graduate” anymore because well, I have been done with school over two years. Now, I am considered to be an “adult,” but the strange thing is, I sometimes don’t feel like one. And I can’t say I am professional either because I am in the early stages of establishing a name for myself in my respective field.
What am I? Who am I?
The constant cycle of being a twenty-somethings, and now I am struggling to distinguish the difference between having a quarter-life crisis or the general crisis of all twenty-somethings? So, am I overanalyzing too much or does twenty-five feel a little different than your early twenties?