So I went for one of those really long car rides to nowhere last night. Where you ponder life and the way it's going and I had a revelation. My life is no where that I or anyone expected it to be. I was supposed to be the 'good kid', my father's prodigy. This is what was expected of me.
I should be in Cornell by now working on my DVM. I should be more independent and on my own. I was expected to be the first in my family with a college degree. I was expected to be successful. Instead, I've made a lot of mistakes and let a lot of people down. Several of my family members don't even associate with me anymore.
Instead of all expectations I'm living in my mother's basement, working at a mediocre Veterinary Hospital, making much less than I should.
I can at least say that I've learned from these mistakes and don't plan on making them again. But, a change of path is in order. It's never too late.
Is it normal to have a mid-life crisis at 22?
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