How is it that at 23 I am a grumpy old maid? The Planter's commercial comes to mind: "sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I don't". Sometimes I feel like a grumpy old woman and sometimes I feel like an energetic, enthusiastic girl my age. One year ago I didn't have this issue. One year ago I was happy and carefree. Today I am weighed down by work, by responsibilities, by debts, and more. Today the resentment I feel on a day to day basis for doing a job I don't enjoy in an environment I don't enjoy, pulls me into an abyss of crankiness despite my best efforts to resist.
Growing up, everyone said to follow your bliss. What is my bliss? Is it like chasing a rainbow for the pot of goal? Is bliss ever attainable? Many of my friends are certain of their life goals. They know exactly what job will make them happy. I've lived my life without a clear goal in mind regarding my job. My plans floated from veterinarian, to writer, to publisher, to public relations specialist, to communications coordinator.
I think the first step to recapturing my youth is to find my bliss. For this reason, I am planning my departure from NYC and relocation, but to where? The first question is what to do. The second question is where to do it. That being said, in order to achieve this, step one is to get out of debt. I am now officially on the "cheap food and no shopping" diet. With luck, I just might find the 23 year old me a few weeks before I turn 24.
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