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My Quarter Life Crisis
I am now twenty five years old, an unimaginably old age when I was a child, and one which will seem incredibly youthful when I am old. Balancing both the past and future, my present thoughts are I am at the middle of the middle, with a quarter life crisis constantly hovering around the corner waiting to pounce.
Meg Jay wrote a book called, The Defining Decade in which she stressed the importance and critical time your twenties are to the rest of your life. It is, to date, the only book I can remember actually hurling against the wall. This act of violence was no discredit to the book, the point is apt, but not the thing you need to be reading when you are already hyper-focused on maximizing the present moments for the sake of the future. It’s like adding gasoline to an inferno, it’s just not going to help anyone.
With my defining decade half over, I am forced to reflect and contemplate (more than I already do). In five years since turning twenty, what do I have to show for it? I could count my blessings, like the Sunday School Song suggests, or I could review the lessons I have had the opportunity to learn.
