Midlife crisis... at the ripe age of 21.
I don't know if it's a trend with millenials or if I'm really just freaking effed up, but yes, I had (or rather, still having) a "midlife crisis" at 21 (up to now.. I am 22 btw). Back in college, I swear I had a really clear and fool-proof plan on how to go about my professional success. I was fairing really well, if I might say so. But I don't know what happened when I started working in the hospital as a full-pledged, regular nurse. Something inside of me just went into disarray, and I knew I just had to quit. And quit I did. Months later, I found myself back in Uni obtaining units enough for me to have a certification and qualification to become a professional secondary level teacher. Honestly, I wasn't really that enthused in the idea of being an educator, but I just kind of had to do something with my life. So yes, I was back in the university for one semester. And then just before I was able to finish the semester, my Aunt called me a...