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?
If you’re over analyzing, then I’m over analyzing times 100! I think it’s because at 25 we think that all of the sudden our youth is over and in the next five years we should have some type of success that will prepare us for the rest of our life. It’s frustrating. It’s confusing. It’s depressing. Yet, so many of us are going through this right now. That’s the only thing that brings me comfort. I’m not the only one in this boat. 🙂