Peter Pan Syndrome
Hi friends!! Long time no talk :) First of all I wanted to say THANK YOU for all of the support on this little project of mine!! It has meant so much to me :’)
Secondly, in the beginning stages of this blog I might be trying out a couple little format ideas, so bear with me, and let me know what you think using the “Contact Me” page!!
Now, let’s get down to business:
Currently Reading: The Obelisk Gate (Broken Earth Series #2) By NK Jemisin; How to Write Fantasy and Science Fiction By Orson Scott Card
Currently Watching: Dawson’s Creek
Recent Obsessions: Iced Cortados, Oysters, TikTok clips of the new America’s Next Top Model documentary
I’m going to be honest, it’s been a weird week for me.
I began this week with the best little mini trip I could have asked for. The bf and I took a little post-Valentine’s / early 6 month celebration trip to Santa Barbara, and I have never felt so grateful for a single person in my life. The trip was exactly what we wanted it to be – an escape. It was cold, it was rainy, it was the complete opposite of beach weather, and it was perfect in every way. And then we had to come home. And then reality sunk back in.
You know in Pride and Prejudice when Charlotte says “I’m 27 years old, I have no money and no prospects,” etc.? Well that’s where I’m at. It’s like I have finally figured out the parts of my life that I spent most of my teenage years yearning for – I am living in my dream city, dating my dream man, and have the best friends a girl could ask for – but my financial situation has never felt so heavy on my heart. I guess the older you get, the more important the big girl things are, huh?
And I think that may just be the worst part. I always prided myself on the ideal that money is not important to me. I was happy with my little day dream of being a starving artist. I was content with that vision of my life. It hurts my heart to know that that ideal has changed for me. It sucks to realize that comfortability is more important to me than I ever would have admitted. Am I failing my inner child, or is this just an essential part of growing up? I’m not quite sure.
BUT!!! But but but but but but but…. This post isn’t all bleak, I swear. Even though it sucks to admit that I might just.. want.. a 9-5… yikes…. It has forced me to dream more, and dream bigger. I now get to dream of all the jobs I might get, and all the lives that might follow. News flash!! 27 is not too old to dream, or to start over, or to do whatever the hell you want. So instead of ending this post telling you how terrified I am (I am quite terrified), I am going to end it by affirming to you and to myself that I will start my dream career this year; I just can’t wait to figure out what it is!
Anywho, I know this is a shorter post, but like I said the brain’s in a weird spot lately.
I love y’all, hang in there, and until next post!
