I remember a time back in college where I was emerging from my shell, understanding my own weaknesses and then moving past them with such optimism that I could take on the world. I had worked my way back into UC Davis after failing out via calculus, was looking forward to my first classes in my new major and I had recently discorded that I was a pretty good painter.
Fast forward past graduation and several part-time filler jobs, after years of not finding work in my field I became cynical and felt trapped by the world. I needed to work my ass off in order to live the quality of life I enjoyed. I wanted to work on creative pursuits, but with all of my energy constantly being sapped out of me the creative flow had dried up.
Jump forward again to present day. I finally landed a job in my field, found the love of my life and somehow managed to survive one of the greatest challenges of my generation: being under-employed and having to move back in with your parents after years of being on your own. I still feel trapped by the monitory mechanisms of society, but I have hope again.
This hope mostly comes from the fact that I am actively taking control of my personal life. It’s funny how just a few changes such as working out, caring about my looks, cleaning my house—mostly those super adult things every child swears they never want to do—tend to bring a sense of accomplishment and serenity to your life. When the house is clean, I don’t feel like the world is caving in on me.When I make a point to do my hair and makeup daily I feel more confident. And when I go to the gym regularly I have more ambition to do the things I know I need to do.
Now if only I can get my other half to start adopting some of these habits. It might help him life his black cloud and reach that next level he thinks he can’t get to.