Was sitting in the café a couple of days ago, reading this article in The Independent: Thrisis’ management: How to survive a thirtysomething crisis. I’m in my 40s, not my 30s, but could see myself reading this book out of curiosity.
What made me sit up is this line: ‘A thrisis… isn’t about regret but about “looking forward and thinking, ‘I don’t want the next 30 years to look like this.’”‘ I can remember feeling that way in the office (the one that was eventually thrown away by a bigger business as part of a cost-cutting exercise, but we won’t get into that!)
Remembering that state of mind… how I wasn’t even happy in that job, and all I could see ahead of me was more of the same (till I fell off my perch in my lonely old age) reminds me how much better my life is now in some respects. The job part of it has gone, and will not figure in my future landscape of doom and gloom… LOL.
Have you ever felt that way?