Is it OK to be 29 and still not know what to do with your life?
Don’t get me wrong, I love my life! I have lived in Australia, Canada, UK, France and am currently in New Zealand…for the 2nd time. Over the last 5 years I have had more than my fair share of time off exploring new places even whilst living abroad. I have been with my partner for 9 years and we travel together. We are not poor (neither are we rich) but we can’t help feeling like something is missing. For us the ideal lifestyle that was the epitome of success in the 1950’s and even today’s generation (career,marriage,mortgage,kids) doesn’t float our boat. Of course we want all of these things but in sweet time and definitely not before we are 30 (a bit too late for that now anyway as Phil turned 30 last month).
Our generation was lucky in so many ways. We had access to so many new and exciting products that our parents didn’t have. But we also grew up in a society where anything is possible. An impression that the world is your oyster and you can achieve the unachievable. You want to be famous-you got it, You Tube will help with that. You want that dream job you have always thought about-no worries just go to University and it will land in your lap. No one ever told us that there weren’t enough jobs, that rushing to a degree at 18 for a career in something that will no longer interest you in 10 years let alone the rest of your life is not the best path. We didn’t know what life would be like in 10 years time and how much the economy would shape our decisions. We are the generation that has it all we just can’t figure out what it is.
Now at 29 we look back and think what would I change because I want to change something now. It isn’t a sense of dread or regret but that we simply want what’s best for our lives. The unachievable life. I once read a book called the Happiness Project about a lady who was happy but wanted to be happier. She set out on a year long project to try and improve her life’s happiness. The only hard part is trying to figure out how to do this.
I am currently writing this blog post in a gorgeous park in Auckland, under clear blue skies.It is 27 degrees with light winds and so peaceful. This scenario is one that ticks every box when It comes to being perfect. Yet there is something missing- I want more! So here is the ultimate question- why are we seeking perfection-the perfect life, when perfect doesn’t exist?