Musings on a quarter-life crisis & the myth of "finding yourself"
by Kate Sheridan (actor/writer/angsty post-grad)
Friends, I was so ready to give you a funny post this week. And it should have been easy! I mean, have you SEEN the infomercial for the Air Curler? (If you have ever had hair or a blow-dryer, you will immediately see how disastrous the concept is.) But try as I may to muster up some wit - I'm in a funk.
I know you'll forgive me, because we've all been there. And man, isn't post-grad ennui soul-crushing enough without being so damn sneaky? One minute you're chugging along, enjoying the summer sun, feeling ready for the future- and the next, you're sobbing at the end of Monsters University wondering if you, too, are fundamentally unsuited to the path you've chosen. Damn you Pixar!
I went to the normal things I go to when trying to get out of a funk - journaling, getting out of the house with friends, reading something inspiring. But as I looked to pick a book - The Artist's Way, Eat Pray Love, Zen and the Art of Insert-Mundane-Hobby-Here - I stopped at a disgruntling thought.
Do I have to do something extraordinary to find myself?