Did you have a quarter-life crisis, friends? I was reminded of my own little mid-’20s, post-college, what-the-heck-am-I-doing? meltdown when I discovered Lizzy Stewart’s illustrations. Her sentiments are spot-on — all that wondering where your life is going, wondering why things aren’t magically falling into place after graduation and seeing your late ’20s looming on the horizon.
It happened to me a few years after I graduated from college. It was one of those moments that sticks in your head like a movie you know you’ll never forget. I was shopping, and as I was checking out, the cashier said, “Thank you, ma”am.“
What happened after that is sort of a blur. I probably just mumbled a thank you in return and got out of there as fast as I could. When did I become a ma’am? How did I go from a youthful young lady to a ma’am, I thought? — a term reserved for, well, lack of a better word, not me. Ma’ams were the sort of women you’d see playing afternoon Bingo and telling “In my day” stories. The fact was that I didn’t feel like an adult. At all. So when had I become one? Somewhere along the way, I got to thinking that once I got that coveted college degree in my hands, everything would fall into place as if the stars were aligned just for me. I’d have everything figured out.
The real truth? I was actually left more confused. Who was I? What did I want in life? Where was I going? For the first time since kindergarten, my “life canvas” was blank. It was time for me to forge my own path, for me to make my own to-do list and for me to paint that canvas.
Did you feel like this when you were 25, friends? Do you know anyone who went through this? What has helped you deal with those growing pains the most? If you’re not 25 yet, do you think you’ll grapple with these issues when you hit the milestone birthday? xoxo