I vividly remember crying to my dad on multiple occasions starting at the age of 13 because I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.
I thought I needed to know what I wanted to do as soon as possible so that could do all the right things and get accepted by the right school.
Ironically, I then chose a certificate program for acting rather than a four-year college. Why? Because I was in a rush to get out there and be successful.
It took until my late twenties to reconnect with my desire to be a writer, and even though I’m truly happy now in the humble little life that I have, I have to consistently remind myself that where I am right now is okay.
There really is no rush. It’s not a race.
No should feel like a failure for not having “made it” (whatever that means) by 25.