I just turned 23 years old last week. Since then, I got myself into an existential crisis asking myself these questions:
- ”Why haven’t you gotten full-time job yet?”
- “Why haven’t you lost weight?”
- “Why haven’t you submitted your TV pilot?”
- “Why are you still single?”
As a kid, I was always eager to grow up and become an adult. I wanted to play with the big kids and see what their freedom as an adult was like. Since graduating college in May 2019, I thought my life would be more stable by now. I would have been working full time in Manhattan, earning enough money to submit my scripts to screenwriting competitions and dropping a few jeans sizes by now. I landed a summer internship because of my mom but that wasn’t enough for me to land a full time job.
Last fall before Thanksgiving, I started working at a marketing agency in Brooklyn. The commute was long, but being fresh out of college and needing the money, I took the job. A few days in, I soon realized it wasn’t the right fit for me. I was getting stomach ulcers because of my anxiety and I was struggling to cope with my anxiety in the workplace. After the first week was over, I sent my resignation letter and they accepted it. Looking back, I sometimes wonder if I was on the right medication for my anxiety at the time, I wouldn’t have quit. If I was more open-minded and wasn’t so hasty to quit, I would still be employed.
