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In one week, I'll be 23 years old. It's crazy. I can't believe it. My parents keep asking me what I want to do to celebrate, and I have no idea. School-related functions have consumed my life to the point that I don't know who I am as an individual anymore. Well, except for the fact that I know that I'm unhappy and that things need to change.
The funny thing is that this is eerily similar to the same situation I found one of my good friends, Julea, in just a few years ago when she was finishing up her undergrad. Julea is and was a workaholic by nature, one of the most resilient and brilliant young women I have come to know. Even though her time was spent doing highly productive activities, she wasn't happy. My advice to her was to make Julea-time and just do something that made her happy every once and awhile.
I am the worst at taking my own advice, but that's exactly what I need to do right now. I've become a social recluse, and that is the first thing that needs to change. From here on out I'm going to make it a goal to go on a social outing solo, with a friend, or with a group each week. I'll let you know how that goes: It should give me more to write about.
The funny thing is that this is eerily similar to the same situation I found one of my good friends, Julea, in just a few years ago when she was finishing up her undergrad. Julea is and was a workaholic by nature, one of the most resilient and brilliant young women I have come to know. Even though her time was spent doing highly productive activities, she wasn't happy. My advice to her was to make Julea-time and just do something that made her happy every once and awhile.
I am the worst at taking my own advice, but that's exactly what I need to do right now. I've become a social recluse, and that is the first thing that needs to change. From here on out I'm going to make it a goal to go on a social outing solo, with a friend, or with a group each week. I'll let you know how that goes: It should give me more to write about.