According to the life goals that I set for myself at the age of 16 years old, I am a drastic failure. I should be married with one child; have a PhD in clinical psychology; have my own mental health practice; make $85k per year; and drive a Mercedes-Benz.
My life at 28 is nowhere near what was described above. I am single; have only a Master’s degree in a field that’s not even remotely close to psychology. I work for “the Man;” earn an income that’s not even in the same ballpark as $85k; and I drive a Toyota Corolla.
See? Drastic difference from what I imagined my life to look like by now.
I’m not the only one who feels like a “failure” in my 20s. Many of my peers feel this way, but only half of us are gutsy enough to admit it. Luckily for me, I stumbled across an article that made me feel a bit better about my “failures.” The article helped me understand that life is not a vending machine. One does not press a button for a luxury car to slide through a chute and into a bin for us to grab. In fact, life is complete opposite of what I just describe. Life is a series of setbacks, promotions, detours, dead-ends, flat tires, and stop signs. It takes faith, hard-work, and perseverance to be successful.
And most of all, life doesn’t end in your 20s. We have our 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s (if we’re lucky) to accomplish our goals. No one ever promised that our dreams would come true in our 20s, so I don’t know where many of my peers and I attained this notion.
The article below discusses the lies 20-somethings tell themselves often. I know I’m guilty of lying to myself. How about you?