Leave or Be Left Behind

So here’s what I’ve been struggling with lately…

It’s five years after high school graduation, two years after college (at least for me) and my friends are scattering. Friends from grade school. Friends from high school. Friends from college. They’re all going and doing different things. Some are graduating from medical or physical therapy school. Some are off to law school. Others are getting married and still others are finding jobs and/or moving away.

Things are changing and I just don’t quite know what to make of them. That is not to say that I expect everything and everyone to stay the same as they always were. Not at all. Actually, I expect them to change and want them to as well. Change can and most times is good (although sometimes only in retrospect; you know the saying – hindsight is always 20/20). But these changes are the biggest yet and the fact that everyone around me seems to be having some life altering changes occur in their lives while I have yet to have any of a similar kind is creating some tension and frustration in my life.

There are times when everything seems fine and normal. I go about my business and try to figure out my next moves at a comfortable pace. Then I see of my friends old or newer, who are doing one of the aforementioned wonderful things and I take a look at my life.

I’m not using my degree. I am living with my parents. I’m hanging out with roughly the same people I have for most of my life, with some great additions. I take a look at these things and think to myself, Well, I may not use my degree at work much but I use it every time I write something or read something and mentally edit it and when I think through problems and scenarios, analyzing them and breaking them down to the best conclusion or next best question I can. And thank God my parents let me live with them or I’d be broke and living out of my car. And how great it is to still have people in my life from various stages, who know me and have seen me in every facet good and bad of my being and still love me. But then I wonder. If I’m so smart and capable and I’m in such a good place and I have such great relationships, then why do I feel as if I’m going nowhere and doing nothing with my life?

Then rational or not the answer comes:

Basically, my life is not so different than it was at 13 or 16 or 18 (with the exception of not having a curfew and being able to drink). And realizing this makes me feel as if I’m being left behind, as if everyone else is moving on, moving forward, accomplishing their goals and conquering their dreams, and I’m….here. In the same place I’ve been for most of my 24 years.

It’s not as thought I’ve not done some of the accomplishing and conquering myself. I managed to graduate college early, paid off my student loans already, and bought my first car. Yet I feel stuck sometimes, like I’m not accomplishing as much as everyone else I know or those my age. I feel like I’m not doing what I should be.

Then another part of me speaks up and says, “None of the greats ever went down the path most travelled. In fact, they all but said screw it and did whatever they wanted and achieved greatness in their own way, in their own time.” That is a comforting thought that I hold near and dear to my heart, that is until the next time I see one of my friends I haven’t in a while because he or she is off doing spectacular things with his or her life, and I’m right back where I started. I know I’m not the only one to ever feel this way but…

I still feel like my choice is leave or be left behind.

Oh Hi, We’re Adults

There comes a time in everyone’s life when the life we’ve known, well, forever ceases to exist. The safe bubble of school has popped. Responsibility piles on. People start pairing off, getting engaged, and wedding bells ring.  Of course, there are those who’ve long ago gotten a head start on all of this through…surprises, but the fact that people our age have kindergarteners really sinks in. Naps are a thing of the past, as are Penny Pitchers on Wednesdays, snow days, spring breaks, and summers off. It is now time to put on our big boy and girl pants…and not think that sweatpants and messy buns are an acceptable wardrobe choice for anywhere but the comfort of our own homes – or our friends’.

Yet even these things become commonplace. They don’t faze us as much because they come into our lives as single events spread out over a span of months, even years. Then comes a moment when everything clicks.

We’re hanging out with a mix of the friends we’ve had since junior high and the significant others and friends brought in later (read: the people who have borne witness to or been our accomplices in every idiotic, embarrassing act we’ve ever committed and routinely rub in our faces every chance they get out of a somewhat dysfunctional display of their love and affection). Everything is just as it always has been: everyone is joking and laughing, playing games (that now involve alcohol, even if they weren’t meant to), talking over one another, teasing, flirting, blaring music just a little to loud, and inevitably arguing over what to listen to as if anyone paid attention in the first place.

Everyone gathers and gets involved in one conversation (read: everyone is still talking over and arguing with one another), but the topics have changed from what they once were. Our conversations no longer consist of – or no longer only consist of – football and the latest gossip about common enemies and friends alike. Instead, we talk about student loans kicking in, payment plans on rings, weddings, insurance, moving, and houses versus apartments, and dogs, and…

It hits us smack dab between the eyes, “Oh hi, we’re adults. When did that happen?”

That is what this new blog is all about: the ways we fumble our way through adulthood much the same way we fumbled through childhood and adolescence. Here we are stumbling and fumbling, trying to find ourselves still because, ultimately, we still have very little idea who we’re meant to be and are just now (if we’re lucky) starting to figure out who we are meant to be or not be with for the rest of our lives. Our purpose on this earth and what it is that’s right in any given situation are as murky as they ever were and we’re left thinking, “Oh hi, we’re adults. I thought we were supposed to have all this shit figured out by now.”