Life Crises

I haven't written for awhile because I was busy going through life crises (many of them). They come almost monthly now and are either induced by money (lack thereof) or aspiration or both. I've become increasingly tired of being unable to save money because of my thousands of dollars of loan debt from undergrad. I make enough to pay my bills, buy my groceries, and go out for drinks, but I just don't save anything. But I'm not willing to spend the rest of my twenties in NYC trapped in my apartment on the weekends drinking watered down whiskey. I'm trying to enjoy my time here before the 9-5 plague gets to me and fucks over my sleep schedule. So it's a catch-22. Either I stop enjoying myself now and start saving a mere $100 per month or spend that on making the rest of my twenties a good freaking time before I'm consumed by a job that gives me weekends off, 10 vacation days per year, and makes me wake up at 6am (impulsively on the weekends). So please, call me young and naive. I'm not willing to accept it.

24

My 24th birthday brought on an unexpected anxiety. Mainly that I'm not in my early twenties anymore and I haven't accomplished what I had envisioned I would accomplish by this time in my life.  I never had a real vision, but I knew I wanted to be one who did big things young. And by young, I mean early twenties.  This dream is quickly slipping away while I try to save myself from complacency.  I know, I'm still young, and I have many more years to accomplish the big goals in my life.  But, to be honest, I hate that excuse -- my anxiety has much less to do with age and much more to do with my experiences. Having experienced what I have in my life, I would like to think that I have something to show for it besides writing and ideas. But really, that's all I've got.