How I Feel About Entering My Mid-Twenties

I’m Not Feeling Myself Anymore

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I know most people aren't where they thought they would be in life, but I'm not most people. I'm in my mid-twenties with no children and an abundance of free time, so I don't have any excuse not to follow my dreams, but it's hard to follow a dream that keeps evolving — and dreams should evolve.

Financial resources, physical and mental health conditions, geographical location, and a lack of social support are just some of the factors that limit our ability to follow our dreams.

My dream of attending college in New York to study writing evolved into a more realistic dream of studying Political Science at a state university. I paid for my tuition by serving in a restaurant on weeknights and pulling double shifts on the weekends.

Then, my “realistic” dream of attending law school evolved again when I started interning in law firms. I realized the workplace culture of law firms is incompatible with my ADHD and Autism.

I asked myself if I wanted to work 60-hour weeks for the rest of my life. Then, I realized that writing on the Internet could create multiple income streams I can manage at home on my own schedule.

I'm still earning money on articles I wrote a year ago. Two of my articles made over $100. The childhood dream I abandoned, because it was not realistic, started making more sense than taking on debt to further my education.

I realized that if I could write articles that earn money within my first two years of running a blog and continue to publish good articles, my following and earnings would only grow. Eventually, it could become a reliable source of income.

My Latest Article Flopped

At the time of this writing, my latest article earned 16 cents, which is unusual because my articles usually earn a few dollars the week after publication.

I was analyzing why the article flopped with my friend over pizza. She hadn’t read my article yet, so she listened to me read it aloud as she tried to flag down our server.

My friend admitted that going out to pizza was a wellness check disguised as a hang-out. She knew I was devastated that I…