That very thought crosses my mind most nights as I lay my anxious body to bed.
How am I in my thirties still at the same job that I started in my twenties?
How am I still paying for rent for a tiny apartment while my friends are building homes?
Speaking of friends how is it that I barely have any, when I use to be the life of the party?
How is it that I live a lonely life? Did I get tired of people of not accepting me? Or did I just get tired of trying?
Would my life in my thirties be different if I wasn’t such a creature of habit and self-doubt?
Maybe if I had that fire as I did in my twenties maybe I wouldn’t be here?
Related Post
Diana Vreeland: Why Your Flaws Are Your Most Important Asset
There’s a lot to say about Diana Vreeland. The former editor-in-chief of Vogue from 1963 until 1971, founder of the infamous Met Costume Ball, and style icon for women to this day, she changed the idea of fashion, celebrating the “flaws” and “faults” of women. Before Vogue, she got her first job in the industry at […]
August 2018
Prompt: Explain heartbreak in two sentences or less to someone who has never experienced it. Deadline: Winners will be announced on August 15
Delusions of Grandeur
It began as a thought. The kind that flits through your mind like a moth, landing lightly before disappearing. Only this one stayed. It drifted from brain to throat, emerging as a joke:
“If I sell this book,” I said. “I’m buying a Porsche.”