I just had a scary moment.
Tonight's fondue date at the
Melting Pot with my two oldest girlfriends (pals for 13 years!) made me a little anxious about the future, a bit
too anxious. Reminiscing about the past got me sweaty palmed thinking about what's to come, of all that's unknown and uncertain. And the entire night, I sipped on a mixed drink called
Absolut Stress! Too ironic.
It's true for everyone -- when your friends smoothly settle into their lives, into solid careers and robust relationships, it's scary to compare when you're still just
getting there. Still paddling between the lanes of intrepid exploration and plain trying-to-figure-shit-out. Suddenly, you start thinking like your parents and asking yourself all these questions; for me, variations of the career/relationship/post-grad kind. It's enough to make a girl want to run to the nearest dive bar and order a tonic closest to Absolut
De-Stress!
Yea, I freaked. I began to wonder if I got the short end of the stick, having so many opportunities in life, in NYC, that I don't even know how to settle. Doubting my ability to combine all of my passions into an entrepreneurial career; doubting the possibility of finding the right guy with the perfect combination of imperfections; doubting everything the future could hold. All of this, and the alarming realization that I'd graduate in exactly a year!!!
The freak-out continued, but my friends thankfully brought me back to earth. It's still daunting to think about really "growing up" after college, but right now is truly just the beginning of the beginning. Who was I to be so cynical at the ripe ol' age of
twenty-one? So I heeded their advice, ate some more fondue and brownies, and drank some water. But I put down the Absolut Stress for good.
