I do not like feeling like a whiner. Here is the truth: the last few weeks have not been the best for me. I’m stressed, tired, and I am constantly on the verge of a panic attack/melt down. Yes, I know what is causing it. No, there is nothing I can do (at the moment) to fix it. It is completely possible I may go crazy before the situation resolves. I have it pretty easy compared to most. However, there are times, when I just want to give up. Life is hard. I envy my friends with little responsibility and with choices. I have very few choices. At this point, my life is pretty much set out for me. I’m a parent, I’m married, and I will probably never do any of the things I wanted to do when I was younger. Soon I will be 25. Sure, to some of you this may seem young, but to me it feels ancient. I told a friend of mine that you had to add 5 years to your age for each kid, so really I was turning 35 and therefore justified in my irritation with the thought of my next birthday. It’s not that I’m not happy, it’s just that well, I pictured myself in a different place when I turned 25. I suppose that is what has me so bothered. This just isn’t the life I thought I would be living right now.
(P.S. Comment at your own risk. I am not in a good mood these days and I may bite.)