Midlife crisis at 23.

At the current moment, our country is subsequently falling into shambles from every side simultaneously. It's a complete disaster, and here I am, sitting on my couch, crying because this grand plan I had, fell into totally udder shit.

Let me explain. I currently work three jobs. None of them are similar whats so ever, but I work them none the less. I was crying to my mom, sitting in my living room, because I am quitting one. I really have never electively quit anything in my life. Nothing that had a huge impact on me personally. Any sports I stopped doing, it was because I physically couldn't do them anymore. And like, in a moment of total candor, being in a combat sport is NOT an easy undertaking. Everything else has been trivial and left my life completely unaffected.

So, back to the present, I am crying, like a total ninny, about quitting this job. Theres nothing wrong with the job. It's totally doable. The only draw back is it feels as though part of my soul is shriveling up and dying each time I log into their server.

My issue stems from the fact that I thrive on human interactions, like face to face. Yes, a millennial likes actually speaking to people in person and not through a phone. Weird. With a job thats solely online, I am totally floundering. It's so unlike anything I have ever experienced and I know, in my heart of hearts, I will NEVER be good at this.

It's one of those situations where you would sit there and think, "Who told her she would be good at this? They were totally lying."

So, here we are. Crying on the couch.

I am so very thankful that my mom deals with these random bursts of emotion. I wasn't ever the emotional kid in the family, so they usually come out of nowhere. She is always the one to tell me it's going to be ok, one way or another.

If I want completely unfettered, borderline brutal honesty, I speak to my dad.

I guess at the end of the day, she's right. Something good eventually happens. Unexpected and unplanned, it does happen. I'm writing this as a testament to the fact that not everything has to be perfect. Not everything can and needs to be planned. Sometimes you just have to cry on your couch while your mom tells you it's going to be fine.