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well, i am 25.
as yes, as pathetic as it is, i did have a quarter-life crisis a few months ago (as sarah pointed out, it wasn’t even a quarter-life crisis yet, thank you for that s). as someone once told me, growing up is a hard pill to swallow, and i will admit that as many times as people tell you things about time flying, etc it is true (unless you are doing a really mundane work task, in which the time NEVER ends for you to be able to get home to your pup).
i have never been a big picture goal type of person (unless it is a REALLY big, ridiculous dream) and i am not good at creating and following steps to get there because i am a procrastinator. for the longest time after i graduated, my goal was just to get a job, get a job, get any job, because come on, i need to be contributing to society! but really, that was not a fun period because i was trying to prove my worth with a job. now that i am on the other side and have been working for over a year, i can see that the Lord was making me wait so i could get this job. i still get antsy though, especially when you imagine yourself being a fancy, successful, gossip-girl type NYC magazine editor by 25 (told you i only had massive dreams) or actually, you can’t see yourself ever as older than you are right at that moment. but in reality, i’m not good at decisions or knowing what i want specifically, which is pretty important when you want to make goals. i did hear on the radio the other day that the “adult” age has been raised to 25, so maybe now that i am here i will be able to figure that out. at the moment, working doesn’t seem as important to me as being happy and having a good work-life balance and great co-workers.
it’s funny how no matter how much you try to picture your future, when you get there, there is almost nothing familiar in the landscape. the people you loved and thought would always be in your life aren’t even on the fringe, and you’ve met people you think now will def be in your life forever now, but who knows? things can change before you can even take the next breath. there is no way to prepare for it or expect it. and maybe that is a good thing, keeps you on you toes.
what i do know is that i still have some major growing to do, some great people around to experience it with me, and old dreams coming back around to chase down.
i have been covering lots of soccer lately !
i’m an introvert. i can’t even write very personal things on my own blog, or post vintage/cool instagram pictures of myself, what is that called, gyopw or something? first, since i don’t have an internet phone still, and second because i feel weird about it (even though no one reads this anyway). interviewing for my writing has helped bring me out a little bit, but it is easy to use your fake “professional” voice (i like to call it my sonic voice) with strangers, especially when you will most likely never see them again. it takes me some time to open up usually.
so that is why i want to say this- i have a problem of falling for extroverts.
not falling in love, but thinking that extroverts feel the same way i do about opening up. so when they tell me many personal things, and we have great conversations about important or meaningful topics, i start to think that we are on another “friend level”, forgetting that that is how they probably speak with everyone. this leads me to believing that we are going to hang out all the time, and that we are great friends—usually not the case since they don’t see me as someone they bonded with, just as someone they hung out with a few times.
anyway, that is all i want to say about this right now, but it is just a reminder to me that when i am with them to take it all with a grain of salt. i don’t even know if that saying fits here, but whatever.
these three stories are about the athletes who signed letters of intent to play in college. it was fun having so many stories to freelance in one week.
another freelance sports story for the cp citizen.
i felt like a real reporter this week, i had four stories assigned in two days…and it was great.