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The original was posted on /r/getmotivated by /u/jokerstyle00 on 2023-12-03 17:06:46+00:00.
About to start a big new chapter of my life, and I wanted to share a story for people out there who might have felt the same dread as me in my 20s (granted I'm 29, but I'll be 30 in less than half a year, so who's counting?).
I grew up in the shadow of an insanely talented and successful father, as well as being the only child who grew up separately from the rest of my family due to being sent off to boarding school at a young age. People around me expected me to be the family scion, a role model for my younger siblings and the rest of my generation within the greater family.
"You're going to do amazing things out of college, I bet."
"You're a bright kid XXXX, you're gonna go far."
"Make sure to keep up with your father, haha!"
Expectations can be motivators. They can also be toxic.
After getting shipped off to boarding school, I never quite figured out how to interact with my peers. I was hyper obsessed with trying to be normal, and hitting "normal milestones". Spent my high school and undergrad years obsessing over social popularity and trying to find a significant other, while also hating how awkward I was. I found it hard to connect with people and felt isolated. My hobbies were all over the place. Gaming, anime, breakdancing, cooking, jewelry-making, stand-up comedy, etc. I graduated after transferring colleges once, an English major after 5 years of undergrad.
Post-undergrad, I bummed out at a relative's house for awhile and tried to figure out how to find work. Tried a variety of odd jobs, but nothing clicked or really stuck. My father suggested I try advertising, since at the time (pre-pandemic) it was the "safe and stable choice" for a writer. I was 25 at the time, and feeling increasing despair and ennui at the fact I still hadn't figured things out.
I went to an advertising school, only to realize after the fact that I hated what I was doing and said school was a diploma mill. Then the pandemic hit during the 3rd quarter of my program. I didn't see another human being in person for almost a year after the lockdowns started. I gained weight. My sleep apnea worsened.
I was at my lowest point. I was 28, feeling alone, unfulfilled, and I was severely overweight. One day, I bent over to put on my shoes and it took effort. My job application count for advertising agency and copywriter positions was over 600 at that point, and my imposter syndrome was fully in play. After all...
"Why would the people who keep rejecting you over and over tell you that you're a 'great writer'?"
I snapped.
That day, I signed up for the gym across the street and started personal training the week after. I started giving a damn about my diet. I took a break from hitting job app after job app and worked on being myself instead of trying to be who people wanted me to be. I indulged my curiosity and finally tried doing something with my voice.
A year later, I'm now starting my career as a professional voice actor with my first demo in its final stages of production, I've dropped 30 pounds, have gained considerable muscle/stamina/confidence, and am no longer pre-diabetic, I've managed to save up to 5 figures for the first time, and I'm moving to Tokyo next month to pursue language school and hopefully settle in Japan for awhile.
I was groomed and told throughout my life the importance of having it all figured out in my 20s, especially if I ever wanted to be as successful as my father.
To those people, I say:
My 20s sucked. My 30s are gonna kick ass.
It only goes up from here.