I haven’t blogged in a couple of weeks. I’ve barely even tweeted. In fact, I found it hard to write something original in my boyfriend’s birthday card last week. I find that when I’m stressed, I find it very hard to write anything at all. I couldn’t even write a quick, rushed blog, which is a blessing in retrospect.
I think I may have hit what can only be referred to as a quarter life crisis. I am approaching 25 and whilst I am happy freelancing, I am starting to miss human interaction and being out of my comfort zone. I’m too comfortable sitting at home working in my PJs all day.
I think I may be getting bored. I need challenging. I need a job that I can moan about at the end of the day, whilst secretly enjoying the responsibility of it. I want to be pushed to my limits and meeting new and interesting people every day. I want to use my language skills and chat to people all over the world every day. I want my writing to be on international posters and billboards and on websites and email campaigns that people see often. I want my name to be in a magazine alongside a stunning restaurant or hotel review.
I also want to have more in my bank account. I want to stop living like a student. I want my own place. I want to be able to happily afford the wedding that I’m going to in August in the USA.
I want a big reason to get up in the morning and head off to work. I want to take a coffee on the train and wear a blazer and my heels every day.
I want to reach my potential.
I want a career.