Quarterlife Crisis

I’m sure you’ve heard of the mid-life crisis. You know, the one where you go and buy a red Camaro, travel to Ecuador, or quit your job as a consultant to become an herbal healer. By now, though, you’ve probably heard of this thing called “quarterlife crisis.” There’s even a website. If you’re too lazy to read, though, I’ll let you in on what it is:

The quarterlife crisis is a term applied to the period of life immediately following the major changes of adolescence, usually ranging from the early twenties to the early thirties. The term is named by analogy with mid-life crisis

Am I suffering from this? I suppose I have a mild case. After graduating from college in May 2009, I went off to Spain to do an internship, thus delaying my adult life another year. It’s just that, well, I knew I loved Spain and I didn’t really want to start the rest of my life thing yet. If you’re over 40, this might sound a bit, well, lazy to you. I promise, I’m not. It’s just that I’ll be working for the rest of my life. I have the rest of my life to be responsible, to earn money, to save for college funds/retirement/Roth IRAs.

Then, God threw a wrench into my plans of returning to my alma mater. I met a boy. I wanted to return. So, I applied for a program that would allow me to do so. Moreover, and possibly more appealing to my parents, it paid me (albeit a relatively tiny sum).

Thus, my quarterlife crisis continues. Every year, I must think, “But what will I do next?” It’s unlike the ease of adolescence, where life was planned out for you: kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, college, possibly graduate school now…Here, the future is open and I do mean wide open. Nonetheless, I have the confidence that someday I will look back upon these years and be very happy I chose not to settle down so very soon. This past year has been one of self-discovery, of learning, of getting out of my comfort zone. I only hope that 20102011 will be the same.

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