I hate being an adult. Where can I go to get a refund?
Bills, work, family, maybe squeezing in time for a social life. This is not what I signed up for. I distinctly remember asking for a vacation every other month, copious amounts of free time, a Sex & the City kind of social life, and an endless bank account. I guess the ‘being legal to drink’ thing isn’t so bad, but that does not outweigh the negatives. At this point I would settle for time to read a book. Or write a blog post. Where did I get the time to write this one, you ask? Oh, you know, as soon as the seasons change I tend to get sick. Yay me.
And yet, even though I am sick, I’m not used to free time anymore so I have no idea what I should be doing. Resting is the obvious option, but even sick, a girl can only rest so much. Obviously, my life needs balance and time management, which I used to be good at in college. Maybe it was the year abroad that screwed me up. Then I had too much free time and now I have none, which is kind of a balance I guess, in a weird cosmic way.
As I sit in my room, looking through my movie collection and Netflix queue, I remember that whenever I used to feel this way, my go-to movies were always Under the Tuscan Sun and The Jane Austen Book Club. Are those odd choices for a 22 year-old? They just speak to me on a spiritual level, especially when I feel as though I’m at a crossroads in my life.
Instead, I am currently watching the DVD of a Lifetime movie I found at Half-Price Books (aka the greatest store in America). Luckily, the movie does address some of the situations I’m in, but that doesn’t mean I’ll have my life figured out by the time the film comes to a close. If only it was that easy. If I’m being honest, part of me is waiting for a sign. A sign is what brought me back to America. Anyone know how to rush a sign along?
“Life is like a multiple choice question. Sometimes the choices confuse you, not the question itself.” – Unknown