How did we get here? How on earth did we get to the point in our lives that we have two children, two houses, two hundred responsibilities, and two thousand things on the to-do list?
How and why?
These are the things I asked myself as I sat in the middle of the living room, staring blankly at the carpet…spiraling.
Do you ever go about your life, doing what you need to do, feeling fine and then *boom* you hit some kind of wall and suddenly everything is horrible? Horrible and terrible and overwhelming and exhausting. You were literally fine an hour ago, but now you’re a pile of human despair.
Maybe you need a nap. Or retail therapy. Or a good workout.
Or if you’re me, you write about it…for anyone on the internet to read…hmm.
My birthday is in a week. I’ll be 26. Twenty. Six. That’s closer to 30 than it is to 20. Maybe that’s the real dilemma my subconscious is having. Maybe I’m not overwhelmed by responsibilities at all. Maybe I’m just overwhelmed by my old age.
Friends used to be a really funny show until I realized that I was the same age as the characters who (mostly) all had real careers and could afford to live in NYC. Then it just became depressing. Still funny, but depressing. They seem so old and put-together (at times) but really they’re supposed to be my age. Ugh.
Honestly, I don’t have any life lessons or takeaways to wrap this post up in a nice little bow. I think I just needed to get that off my chest. If some life lesson smacks me in the face, I’ll be sure to follow up.
Thanks guys.
Messy Soul, Beautiful Life 