Okay, so I know that I may look younger than most 30-year-old’s do, but I can’t help but feel like my life is pretty much over.
Being 30 definitely has it’s up and downs. Yes, I have an amazing boyfriend that I love very much. And yes, I have a great job in the entertainment industry and make a pretty good living for somebody my age, while the rest of my friends are still broke with no jobs and ‘figuring it out.’
But I'm the one of the group that has their shit together. So, why am I so miserable?
Every day on my way into work, I cry. When I get out of work, I usually forget where I park my car. After scouting the 4th and 5th floor, I finally realize that I parked on the 6th floor, and then that awkward moment happens when my brain is fried, I get to my car, only to realize its not actually MY car! I drive home. I cry.
Every day on my way to work, I think to myself, I wish I was home sick with food poisoning, watching 'Girls' instead. Or, I wish I had a terrible accident and had to go to the hospital. The other day, it was raining, I skidded and I thought to myself, "Yes, please crash! Maybe I won't have to go to work today!" But unfortunately, nothing bad happened. And yes, I still had to go to the office.
This happens every single day, which makes me wonder ... What the fuck am I doing with my life?!
Whatever happened to that novel I was supposed to write? Whatever happened to that screenplay I finished years ago that was a 'really good idea,' but nobody wanted to see it, so I just put it away to collect dust?
Being 30 definitely has it’s up and downs. Yes, I have an amazing boyfriend that I love very much. And yes, I have a great job in the entertainment industry and make a pretty good living for somebody my age, while the rest of my friends are still broke with no jobs and ‘figuring it out.’
But I'm the one of the group that has their shit together. So, why am I so miserable?
Every day on my way into work, I cry. When I get out of work, I usually forget where I park my car. After scouting the 4th and 5th floor, I finally realize that I parked on the 6th floor, and then that awkward moment happens when my brain is fried, I get to my car, only to realize its not actually MY car! I drive home. I cry.
Every day on my way to work, I think to myself, I wish I was home sick with food poisoning, watching 'Girls' instead. Or, I wish I had a terrible accident and had to go to the hospital. The other day, it was raining, I skidded and I thought to myself, "Yes, please crash! Maybe I won't have to go to work today!" But unfortunately, nothing bad happened. And yes, I still had to go to the office.
This happens every single day, which makes me wonder ... What the fuck am I doing with my life?!
Whatever happened to that novel I was supposed to write? Whatever happened to that screenplay I finished years ago that was a 'really good idea,' but nobody wanted to see it, so I just put it away to collect dust?
Having a full time job pretty much leaves me absolutely no time to do what I came out to Hollywood to do in the first place ... write! So, would it be totally crazy of me to just pull a Jerry McGuire and quit my job. I guess stranger things have happened, right?
2 comments:
Do it.
I'm on the same page right now! - the whole b thing ;-/
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