I certainly do.
It's not like anything is that bad. Nothing is really going wrong. It's just not right. I don't feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be.
Marriage is great, I love our home, I have a good job, I'm decently fit and pretty and have things to work towards and look forward to....but I'm not satisfied. There has to be something more for me out there!
I want to be passionate about my career. I want to do something that makes me truly happy. I want to help people. I want to do something worthwhile. I want a lot of things......but I don't really know what exactly they are or how to get them.
Some refer to this as a quarter life crisis. I support that terminology. Clearly I don't really have a solution for it, I'm just here to tell you that you're not alone.
It seems like everyone around me has such a successful life. The perfect work from home job that they love. A beautiful, happy marriage and family. The perfect body, hair, nails and wardrobe. A blog or Instagram that gets butt loads of views and likes even though their content doesn't seem that great. It's just not fair! I feel like I work twice as hard for half the results.
But then I look at my own Instagram. My life looks pretty perfect, too (because I try way too hard to portray it that way). And it's totally not. At all. It's a bunch of ups and downs and not really knowing where I'm going but making the most out of each stop along the way. It's beautiful mess. So I can only assume that everyone else's "perfect" lives are that way, too.
I don't really know where I'm going with this post......but to put it simply, I hope we can all find our way to where we're meant to be. That we can find true happiness with where we're at, and where we're headed. And may we find it sooner than later.
Here's to hoping that what we're looking for is right around the corner. But for now, let's enjoy the present and stop waiting for the perfect life to come knocking on our doors.
That being said, if you have any advice or ideas or suggestions or a friendly, "I feel ya, girl", please share.
The end. Sorry for rambling.
Here I am looking glamorous and perfect and trendy on our recent trip to NYC, living the dream and all. But what you don't know, is that I had a huge zit on my chin that kept bleeding and scabbing over and the back of my shirt was sprinkled with sweat marks because I sweat more than the average twenty-something woman. Not so glamorous. Not so perfect. Ew.