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I’m all grown up, what now?

Life isn't all rainbows and my little pony

By Jen PhillipsPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
I’m all grown up, what now?
Photo by redcharlie on Unsplash

Adults lied. That's enough said with this rant. In the first grade, we were asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. From nurses to doctors to astronauts to race car drivers. How many first graders became what they wanted? Even better, how many first-graders were disappointed in their choice as an adult? Or even become what they actually wanted? How long did it take to get it there?

Are you where you want to be in life? Is this the caeer you wanted? The job you wanted? If you ask me, the answer would be no.

I’m now in my 30s and just starting on the career I actually want but why do I have to wait till I'm 30 to actually make it in what I want? As an adult why tell children they can do whatever they want as an adult if they are just going to choose the career for them.

As long as I can remember I spent most of my free time either drawing or writing. I'm not saying I'm Bob Ross amazing or J.K Rolling great but this is the path I wanted since I was little. Unfortunately, my parents had a different path for me- healthcare was their choice.

I’m not saying healthcare is a terrible choice or path. It's just not the path for me. I've continued to aim for my writing and art career while stuck at a dead-end job.

I understand parents want what's best for their children but sometimes when parents interfere they don't actually help at all and make things worse. You spend your whole life trying to be your own person but even in your 30s your parents won’t let you be your own person. They wonder what’s wrong with you- you explain this isn’t the life you wanted, they ask what they did wrong and why you’ve gone delulu. Now yourselfish for finally following what you want in life and exploring yourself and the world but it’s a problem.

Guess what? You’re now 30 and you’ve made it. But why does it never feel enough. You’ve spent my hole life trying to prove yourself that you lost your self. Now you’re lost and thinking your parents were right.

What now.…

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About the Creator

Jen Phillips

Having a creative imagination has no limitations. My favourite past time is just dumping all my thoughts on to paper and seeing where it goes.

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