There’s a lot of talk about the so-called “midlife crisis,” but not as much discussion about a similar phenomenon that happens in a person’s mid-20s — “the quarter life crisis.” I wasn’t sure of its existence either, until it happened to me.
Quick flashback to my 25th birthday to set the stage for my own quarter life crisis. It was July 2017 and I had traveled from Arizona to San Diego to celebrate the milestone with my parents and sister. At that point in time, I was employed as a TV news producer, my second job (ever) in the field. I wasn’t happy, per se, but I was decently content with where I was at in life so far. I was living in a state I loved, with a loving rescue dog, a handful of friends from work and surviving on my own financially.
However, less than 6 months later, my life would change dramatically as I lost that job, without anything lined up. I wasn’t technically fired or laid off; rather, my 2-year contract (common in news) was up, and the station wasn’t willing to have me continue working off-contract, since I had expressed interest in leaving. January 18, 2018 marked the beginning of my first bout of unemployment.
Being unemployed rocked my world, and not in a good way (most of the time). My parents, who had recently moved to Phoenix, graciously allowed me to move in with them as I searched for a new job. So I moved my life 2 hours north and tried to get used to living with my parents again, after living on my own for almost 4 years. I very much appreciate their willingness to have me live with them, but I still longed for the independent life I had built. I also struggled with anxiety and depression during the 4+ months I was without a job.
Finally, in May 2018, I started my new job as a copywriter at a digital marketing firm. The pay was not what I was hoping for (even less than what I was paid in TV, which wasn’t much) and the commute was brutally long (more than an hour each way), but I fell in love with the work I was doing and the great culture of my new workplace. Things were looking up…
…until they weren’t. On a September morning, seemingly like any other day, I found out I was getting laid off, along with basically everyone else in the company, including management. It felt like a punch to the gut, knowing I was about to be unemployed for the second time in a year.
Flash back to the present. As I’m writing this, I have only eight days left of work before I’m officially unemployed again. After sending out at least 50 applications and having several interviews, I don’t have anything lined up (again) and my future is unclear.
This time around, though, I want to try to avoid spiraling into anxious and depressed thoughts, and instead take a more optimistic look at my life. Hence, starting this blog. Here, I plan to narrate my quarter life crisis — the good, the bad and the ugly. It won’t all be about unemployment — I also want to talk about my interest in fashion + makeup, veganism (fun fact: I’ve been vegan since 2012), fitness, my dog and other random snippets from my life. I hope you’ll join me!