I never knew there was something called a “quarter-life crisis” until this past year. At the age of 25, apparently, it is normal to freak out about every aspect of your life. It is a time of personal growth and change. For me, there have been 5 major changes that have contributed to my quarter-life crisis.
I want to get married… For real this time.
My mother passed her gypsy-like soul to me when I was born. I am certain of it. I have been married and divorced. Also, I have been engaged just to be a runaway bride of sorts. The thought of tolerating another individual “til death do us part” always sent horrifying chills up my spine.
My lover/best-friend/partner-in-crime and I have been together for almost 3 years now. We aren’t yet married but it’s in the near future. And for the first time in my life, I really want to get married. I am so excited to have a life-long companion. Not just because he completely rocks, but because I finally defeated my gypsy-like soul in the man department. It’s a time of peace for me but, for my gypsy soul, it really is a crisis.
I briefly thought about having another child… On purpose.
My beautiful 14 month old son, Ryan, was an accident. There’s no nice way to put that. However, he has been the most perfect blessing in my life. Recently, I was thinking about how awesome it would be to have two of him.
Jon, however, reminded me that we aren’t in any condition to have another child and he’s already 31. Boo. This is truly a crisis. With my son and my stepson, I think our family is complete. The crisis is that I actually recognize a moment when I can’t be selfish and that’s no fun.
I can no longer tell people that I want to be everything when I grow up.
I finally realize that I can no longer recite my list of potential careers when people ask what my career goals are. I can’t be an ice-skater, a fairy princess, a marine biologist, an entrepreneur, an advertising executive, a personal trainer, AND a middle school science teacher. That’s lame. I have to choose one. I’m still working on that.
Retirement is actually in my vocabulary.
No, I don’t mean that I have been planning for retirement. I mean that I have been freaking out about retirement. I refuse to work until I am too old to function. I am at the quarter of my life and I have still not launched a career. I haven’t even picked one. I’m doomed.
I feel like walking into American Eagle or Hollister will get me lynched.
This makes me feel old but I am extremely embarrassed to walk into America Eagle or Hollister now. So, now I have to find “age appropriate” stores that still have cute clothes. So far my list consists of: The Mint Julep Boutique. Help.