I’m having a bit of a life crisis this week. I turn twenty five in a few weeks time and I feel like I have nothing to show for it; nothing I can look back on and say “wow, that was pretty cool.” I mentioned this to my dad the other night and he was fairly unimpressed about my quarter life crisis, especially as he is now over fifty, and to anyone older this must seem so ridiculous. Before the comments of “what? Don’t be so silly! You have your whole life ahead of you!!!” start flying in, I KNOW. I’m not meaning to make out that I’m old, because I’m far from it, I just feel like I don’t want to look back when I’m just about to turn thirty and still be in the same position.
So this is my promise to myself. I am going to stop buying books, clothes and going out for dinner, and start saving money to do what I have always wanted to. A few months tripping around Cambodia, Thailand and South East Asia, a short stop in Brisbane to see Katrina and then round to America. I want to stay with my family in San Diego for a month or so and then take the car and drive around. I want to see Seattle, New Orleans, Chicago and The Big Apple, and I want to come back with a book full of pictures and a head full of memories. And what’s stopping me? Sure, I’m diabetic. I can get round that one. I’m not talking about moving to the moon. Yeah, I have things I need to pay off, but I reckon if I’m careful I can do that in no time at all.
And career wise, I’m back on the “a change is gonna come” ilk. I like my job but it’s not my passion, and I therefore need to work on what I’m good at and bring myself to thirty where I intend to love life and have no regrets.