I feel like I wrote the 'early twenties sh*t' blog not that long ago, turns out it was 2 years ago and here I am, still bitching about the same problems two years later. Delightful. Obviously I have matured, and tackled lots of hurdles blah blah, but in reality, I am still struggling with the same sh*t two years later. My issues in my 'early twenties' blog were all based around finding a career. Shockingly, I've finally got one. Hi-f*cking-five. But in the interim, have a wild guess at what it ended up costing me? My life. Relationships, friendships, balance, happiness, ETC. But hey, it pays for my great shoebox apartment with a city view - yeeee-hawwwww, with a few bottles of 'nice wine' per week.
Does this cycle every really end? When you get to a certain place in you're life and you're like...f*cking finally and then the 'next expected stage' enters the picture. Some of my closest friends are settling down & starting families, and here I am settling down to a bottle of wine on the weekend? How does this compare? At what point do we swap the wine for responsibilities? Is this a natural transition? I couldn't tell you. I currently do not house one maternal bone in my body & I am so so so OK with that. I feel for my wine glass though, I broke one of her siblings last week and felt really really guilty about it.
What I would really like to know, is who the hell created these expected-life-milestones. Maybe 15% of the population in Brisbane actually move 'pass go' at the appropriate time. The other 85% are still working out which they prefer - UBER fair after 12am vs TAXI fair after 12am. That 85% are my soul sisters and I refuse to advance without them, so I'll stay behind voluntarily....or so I say. I truly crave a good systematic environment, and now suddenly I can choose a glass of wine for dinner as an adult? This sh*t is incredible. My mum occasionally questions my dinner regime but really, she would of appreciated a good bottle of red at 24, surely. Regardless of my free-adult-regime, I still feel obliged to maintain some kind of adult-behaviour. So, I attend the markets every Sunday to get some fresh produce for the week ahead. That's f*cking living, Barry. Especially amongst the Ascot Mums (at Racecourse Road markets), feeling right at home at 7am on Sunday with a pair of ray bans & a huge f*cking hangover. Adulting done right, right?
I am truly wondering exactly when I will be able to progress to the next 'stage'. I would like to say it'll be welcomed at my 30th. My career may take precedence for the next 6 years at least (it will, it loves me). & when it comes, will I know? Does everyone live vicariously through the same foot print? If so, that's kind of boring, right? I keep planning international trips for 12 months in advance, does that mean travel can be programmed into my stage formation? If so, that would work really nicely. Travel OVER kids, any day. Actually, travelling over ANYTHING. However my recent goal is to obtain a job where I can continuously travel for a living...it's not working, I still have work at 7am on Monday. FML.
If anyone has ANY tips of surviving the 'mid-twenties', please speak up. I need survival tips, stat.