A Zillennials Search For Meaning: Does Anything I Do Matter?
Why Am I Here?
I haven't published a new blog in two months.
I'm currently working with my therapist to process my quarter-life crisis. If you've been reading my blog for the last three years, you know existential angst isn't new for me.
At the time of this writing, I'm waiting to hear back on a graduate school application I have no control over. I only applied to one program because that's all I could afford, so if I don't get in, I have to wait another year to apply again.
I don't have anything new to say. I'm stuck in the mud, spinning my wheels, going nowhere because the graduate admissions office will decide the next year of my life, and they haven't decided yet.
Talking to me right now is like talking to your best friend right after they've been dumped by the person they thought they would spend their life with. I'm not great company. I'm self-absorbed, checking my phone every few minutes, trying to remind myself that they haven't stopped taking my calls yet, so there's still a chance.
Welcome to My Waste Land
Self-awareness is both a blessing and a curse — I'm insufferable! I don't want to hang out with myself right now, so why should I subject anyone else…
