If ever there was a time for a life crisis, I suppose now would be the best time. After all, it's easier to cry now. To fumble about and trip and think, "Oh, fuck it all. I feel like waiting tables because it's something I've always wanted to try."
People make it through this, they always do. We're wired that way. Tripping along until we know how to walk.
This is precisely the time that I need to mess up and think, "oh shit." Be in a massive amount of debt and still be staring at some options that will add to that rather than help me out.
I tell myself, One day at a time.
Just, just one day at a time. I'll figure something out. I always do, don't I?