I flake out on people too often. Not because I don’t care about them or want to see them, but because sometimes I don’t have the energy to socialize. I don’t answer the text, email or phone call. I forget to respond to the Facebook message or Twitter DM and then I spend the next two weeks beating myself up about it instead of reaching out.
I’ve gained at least 15lbs in the last three three months. Thank you last semester of grad school.
I wish I were further along in my career. 29 and just finished college with little field-specific experience is not where I thought I would be and it’s hard on my ego. I’m also nervous about losing my job oh, every day or so.
I don’t know if I want kids. Maybe one, maybe. I love kids but I can’t handle the responsibilities of being a pet owner; I have no idea what I would do with children.
I read blogs that are written like fairytales. Happy families, great houses, parties, friends, trips, dream life. It’s torture because I don’t believe my life will ever look like that. Not even a little bit. I should probably stop either reading them or stop thinking about my life that way.
I have absolutely no idea what my future will look like in 5 months, let alone 5 years. I am a girl without a plan.