Is it possible to have a mid-life at 27 years old?
Yesterday was my birthday. The big 2-7. The “late 20’s”.
And all this is well and good, except the fact that I’m nowhere near where I thought I’d be at 27. Growing up I always pictured myself at 27. I’d have my degree, a career I love, a wonderful husband, a kid, and a house with a big yard.
And what do really I have at 27? I don’t have my degree yet; I definitely don’t have that career I love, no husband or kid. I do have a house; a townhouse that I worked my butt off to get, but no big yard to plant flowers and run around it. But that’s ok, because I don’t have any kids who need a yard to run around in.
I just feel like at 27 years old I should have so much more. I should have done so much more with my life. I feel like at 27 years old I have nothing to show for myself. Like I’m still skating through life. I haven’t done anything grand or wonderful. I work. I go to school. I go home. And maybe my biggest fear isn’t that at 27 I haven’t accomplished what I thought I should have, but what if I don’t ever accomplish those things?
Maybe it’s what they say about Facebook; you see all the good things in other people’s lives and compare your life to their’s. They have bad times also, remember that. Maybe my biological clock is actually ticking; I never thought that would happen. Maybe I just feel stuck; while my current job isn’t bad, I’m not challenged but I can’t find another one until I finish school.
I need a change.