I think I'm having a quarter life crisis. Does that happen? I started bawling on my boyfriend last Friday night. When we showed up an hour late, my roommate could tell what had kept us. :/ I suddenly dislike blogs (except of those owned by my friends - I sincerely like those - and you all are hardly blogging lol). I have no desire to grow my career into anything involving "social media" or marketing unless of a very specific role. In fact, I feel like we are so over-saturated with "social media" and blogs full of cotton-candy equivalent of creativity that I want to shut mine down for fear of contributing.
I don't know what I want to do with my life suddenly. I feel I'm stuck. And though I have the most wonderful boyfriend who has twice now asked me in the most sincere and caring terms for "a story" as a gift... I can't seem to write a darn thing. Nor do I really even know if I feel like writing.
I feel desperate to create. [Something tangible.] And I feel -100% creative.
I feel like my life is about to change - has to change, drastically - or I'll go truly, bloody, mad. But I don't have the faintest idea how to change it. I just have to wait. Be patient. Keep being patient. Keep seeking.
Quarter life crisis.
[Linda, I know, Joseph. Trust me, he's on my mind.]
I'm going to push through. And I'm going to write. Because it is one thing I know for certain: I was born to write. If only I could just discover the how, the where, and the who is paying me to do it. Because I feel I've been sitting in this darn cold holding cell for a year now. And before this one, there were others.