I have no clue what possessed me to cancel my weekend plans to get some work done. But here I am. Attempting to work. Failing to work. A "quiet" weekend in, should be just that: quiet. And it has been, but the effect has not been to inspire and encourage my work ethic, far from it. In truth I have spent much of my day watching rugby and analyzing the situation I find myself in.
Don't get me wrong. by no means do I think my situation is unique or that I am anymore important than anyone else. Far from it. I am sure there are plenty of twenty-somethings having panic attacks across the globe about where their life is going. But my question to you is this: why do we all panic so much? Who said we had to have it all figured out by the age of 23? Why do we have to be on the "right path" immediately out of university? where did the spontaneity of life go to? Ask the older generations whether they had honed in their career options by the age of 25 and they laugh. Then why do I feel like I am lagging behind in the career chase when I am not yet 25?
Or perhaps my questions only arise because I live to please/impress those around me. If that is the case, then I am certain I am falling short at present.
