Mar 11, 2009 18:01
As I acknowledge the fact that tomorrow I turn 25, I look at my state of personal affairs and I sigh. I have no desire to cry or indulge in self-pity, as the crying will come when it needs to and the self-pity does nothing but destroy the emotional and social progress I've made.
However, at the age of 25, I have NO job, I'm quickly running out of the money that was in my savings (technical difficulties with Unemployment {GASP! A state-agency? Never!} have made it so I haven't gotten a check yet), I STILL live at Mom's (which is slowly proving more and more toxic and maddening by the day) and, though I've eliminated a VERY large portion of my debt, I fear that progress may be reversed seeing as I'm unemployed again.
I have NO accomplishments to my name. No real marketable skills in such a difficult economy. I've only had ONE serious relationship. It lasted a year and a half (FINALLY ended it Michelle - HI-FIVE!)and had been festering for about a third of that time.
I've put back on a bit of the weight I had lost. Part of that was having lost the job at the auction (that lead to the loss of 8 hours of exercise a day) and part of that was a seriously sad deterioration of my self-control and good habits.
Really, I've made no progress at all since having left high school.
The questions now are, "What do I do?", "Where do I direct my life?", "In which direction do I want it to go?".
I'm confused, I suppose. Perhaps even a little let down at having fooled myself into believing I had made any sort of significant or important progress. Really, I haven't. I'm just that 25 year old who's never left home.