Recently I have noticed a lot of my friends have been going through what we like to call the quarter life crisis. I thought it might be a joke. But it’s not. I truly believed my teenage years where as tempestuous as it would ever get. And trust me they were! I was a real little rubbish and I truly languished in my teenage hormones. But in hindsight it was much easier. We were NEVER faced with the copious decisions adulthood throws your way. And at such a rapid rate. Life quickly becomes a lot more complicated than you ever thought it would be when you reach the dreaded 25.
And most importantly, CHOICES. A choice to travel. A choice to study. A choice to marry. A choice to save or splurge money. A choice as to whether you want to start a family or not. A choice where you want to live. And on and on we go down the downward spiral of the pressure the crossroads puts on us to make a choice before it is too late.
Hold up I need to get off this darn rollercoaster. I am tired of letting this crisis get me down. I will not be a slave to it. If I want to sit and wait I will. If the choice is meant to be made it will wait for me. I am going to do what I do best. Sit and look at the crossroads, have a smoke and think about shoes.
Have a smokin’ weekend.