I can’t believe it’s 2020. There are so many thoughts going through my mind at the moment. In the last couple of months of 2019, I was intimidated by this upcoming new year. There are many reasons why.
One, I am a 25-year-old woman who feels as though I am behind in life. I am not where I want or need to be yet, and it stresses me the fuck out. Two, Although my family is in Houston. I am worried that I will become too comfortable here. Not able to excel and progress in the areas I want to develop in. I am trying to make the best out of everything while staying productive. I find having my mind think creatively helps me stay on my toes.
Half a month into January, I am slowly finding new opportunities that will/ can happen this year. Living here in Houston is forcing me to collect my thoughts, focus on new possibilities, and execute the ideas that are most important to me.
I’ve been keeping myself busy and dabbling into new jobs. I decided to give bartending ago to keep myself occupied at night and help me acquire new skills. I must say I’m quite excited to start. Although, I am timid to see how I’ll do in these intense situations. I’ve always wanted to learn how to bartend.
I must say I am missing my best friends while doing all of this. One is in New York, and the other is always traveling. Having that friend support, as well as true friends, is something I miss. I haven’t lived in Houston since I was 15, and it isn’t effortless to make new friends that are interested in the same matters as I am. Which makes being back home even more challenging. I haven’t lived here full time in a while. So when I do meet people, it’s hard to form a real authentic relationship with them, especially when I’m not sure when I will be off on my own again.
I’m sure every adult who comes back home after a while feels a bit out of place. I do love seeing my family and spending time with them. But I do miss traveling and creating with my close friends.