Being an adult is weird. Granted I’m only 22 and still steal whatever food I can from my parent’s house when I visit. But for all technical purposes I’m an adult. I have a job, my own apartment, a cat and bills.
But I’m struggling to find the good in this new chapter of my life.
I really do like my job; but I’m extremely underpaid and my skills are underutilized. I like my co-workers and it’s a job where I know we are making an impact. But going and sitting at a desk, staring at a computer screen is not where I wanted to end up. I know it’s all relative, this won’t be my life forever and I need to make the choice to change it. But even though things may change, I’m struggling to find the purpose and motivation in the ~adulthood~ I’m currently living.
This coming September I’m going to have to make one of the biggest decisions of my life. I will be finding a new job and city to call home, but currently have no idea where I’ll end up.
But I’m starting to realizing that’s really freaking exciting. It doesn’t make working any easier; Kels and I complain on the regular to each other about how desk jobs are not for us. But the fact that I’m able to basically start over is motivating. Hopefully I will find a job that I love. Live in a city I love, maybe one I’ve never even been to (Rochester, MN) or go back to the city that will always feel like home (Madison, WI). Hell, maybe even Tennessee. Or even throwing a dart at a map and seeing where that takes me.There’s nothing holding me back (besides money of course but that’s a whole different post).
The feelings I have right now about the long-term changes I’ll soon be facing are exhilarating. It’s just like an extra shot. It’s giving me that motivation and drive to find a new happiness. Sure, going to work every day is probably not going to be any easier. But at least I’m starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel.