At twenty-six, I ought to feel “accomplished”.
Instead, I am sitting in this shared three bedroom apartment, reading an article on “self-compassion” (not the same as self-pity), while simultaneously typing furiously away in hopes that the fast clicking sound of my backspace button will make me feel as if I’m getting somewhere.
I oftentimes wonder what’s stopping myself from being discovered as a slightly above average-skilled writer. Then I remember that I am currently writing on a google doc sheet with zero intent on publishing (or so I thought). It is painstakingly difficult being one with so much to say, yet terrified of being heard.
So. If you are remotely interested in hearing the rumblings and grumblings of a millennial trying to find a peace of mind and feel you can or can’t relate, read on because I’d love for us all to share!