Today was the first day of work this year that was nice enough to spend more than a half hour at the playground. I was with D, a chubby 15 month old who I watch two full days a week. He's good company and fun to play with but I didn't have the same energy today. I've been in an unmotivated rut lately and have hit a mental/emotional dead-end with every project I've been working on recently.
I met a companion in the park today-- a woman around my age who is in the same position. She graduated in 2009 (I graduated in 2010 with my degree in Women's Studies while working as a Nanny in Philadelphia) and has been nannying with the same family ever since. We shared a moment of, "I don't know what I'm doing with my life," which felt good to experience some sort of comradery. But I finished off my day with zero energy and by 5:30 I was on my couch in my pajamas. Tomorrow's my birthday, and I feel pretty shitty about my life.
I really wanted to have done something enormous by age 24. Does that sound foolish?
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