So, I’ve left my job.
Not my fun, happy-go-lucky, part-time job. But my “I’m attempting to conform to your adult rules and expectations” job.
It was a tough decision, and one I definitely did not take lightly. It broke my heart to leave, but with everything else on my plate right now, it was just too much.
I’ve been searching for some validation that I did the right thing, but unfortunately it’s yet to come. I mean, it has come from myself – my stress has reduced, I’m not crying on a daily basis, and I’m able to exercise and do my homework again. It just hasn’t come from those people whose opinions I value the most – my parents.
Being 22 is strange. You expect to finally feel like an adult. You are prepared to make your own decisions and do things independently. You crave varied life experiences that will introduce to the world outside of school and home.
But you find yourself back in school, back at home, and reluctantly back under the watchful eye of your parents. You struggle to reconcile your newfound independence (hot off of 4 years of DORM LIFE) with the expectations and beliefs of the people who raised you. You want to feel like a true member of society, but have a constant reminder of your inability to step out on your own.
I’m fortunate in that my parents allow me to make my own decisions while living under their roof.
That doesn’t mean that I don’t hear their opinions, though. And that doesn’t mean that I don’t hold those opinions in the highest regard.
It’s frustrating to have the power to do something, but to lack the courage to do so.
I’ve allowed this fear of failure and disapproval to rule my life. Quitting my job my first big decision I made without fear. And it’s one that I’m still ruminating on.
The result is undetermined, but I’m hopeful.
-B