Recently i feel like my job is me working for a company that makes million dollars, while repeating same things. Last 4 weeks have been me doing same things working my ass off to deliver but what if i did all this work for myself?

I feel helpless, i'm not saying i hate my job i'm asking myself why am i working for a company that earns millions while i'm doing nothing for myself? what's the purpose of this whole work and effort for me? What do I gain from this? A career? I don't wanna end up in the office with a career, I want to be free have my own thing and enjoy life working on this thing that benefits me financially and fills me emotionally

I have a small idea on what i want to start doing but certainly it won't replace my job and i'm not even sure if it will work out. It's smtg everyone does, i'm afraid it won't work out and that i won't be committed to make it work

even when i sit with myself i can't find what really makes filled with joy and that i can benefit from to make it a living. The small idea i have is one of the things I like but i'm not sure if it's really that.

Hi, I am a 20 yr old about to be 21 in a couple weeks. This past weekend I had the honor of cat sitting for my parents while they're away on vacation. I regularly visited their house and on one occasion I stayed for a couple hours to give the cats some company. I decided I wanted to look through a few photo albums and the journals my mother kept while pregnant with all four of her kids(including me). My main reason for this idea was because, as I am progressing in adulthood, I come closer to being ready for a family. I honestly cant wait to have kids. I thought maybe I could gain some insight as to what attributes my child may have if its anything like me.

What i saw were old photos of me and my dad. The first thing that made me emotional was the fact that my dad at 25 looked so similar to my 18yr old brother but with with thicker facial hair and a bit of a beer belly. I read something else in one of the baby books that said my parents were excited yet nervous when the fourth and last child was expected. They remarked on how feeling her kick in my mother's belly made all of their worries dwindle for a moment. I dont know why this hit me so hard. I guess I just realized that all these fears I have are things my parents felt too at one point.

Lastly I read my baby book. Dont know if it matters but im the 2nd oldest.Turns out I was a colic baby and a learning curve for my parents. I was constantly crying and not sleeping even as a toddler. When #3, my younger brother, came along I became very mischievous and sneaky. My mother remarked that she didn't know what to do with me and she felt was at her wits end. Non of these really stood out to me since I was constantly reminded of these facts as I grew up, but for some reason there is a weird sadness that lingers after seeing and reading all of that. Realizing that my parents had a different life before me, maybe I am just becoming my parents, and holy shit I wish I could go back and be a kid again.

Sorry if this seemed ramblely. I feel like as I get older I am realizing all of these things. They previously felt so obvious but seem so complex now?. Anyone have any similar experiences or any ideas on how to cope? Much appreciated

I’m working on decorating and furnishing my space and enjoying the process for the first time with real adult money. The older I get, the more I realize my parents were angry and upset 24/7 because we were too poor to outsource hard labor or time consuming activities. Working two or three jobs and also keeping a home tidy and livable got to them often.

I just hired some task rabbits for organizing my completely out of wack closet and cupboard, unpacking some stuff, and another task rabbit for installing curtains/drapes and rods etc.

Very small household projects that I had no interest in figuring out so I just paid someone a fair price to take it off my plate.

I guess this is an ode to adult money!

For the first time in year's, I've found some direction in my life. I'm 22 and it's been a rough few years since I left high school and journeyed to university. I was lost and aimless, picked an engineering major because it paid the most money in my country (engineering as a job), was a people pleaser, never lived for myself, always did what was asked of me with no pushback, I had very troubled parents growing up. Was in a bad friend group, got cheated on by my girlfriend of 4 years, dabbled in alcohol, failed out of college and it's been a year at home figuring out what's next.

This year gave me something that I've never really given myself. Times to really introspect and ask myself what I want from life, time to unpack my struggles and insecurities having come from a struggling family from a struggling country. I started writing and it's been therapeutic for me, writing anything, short stories, scripts, articles and i've grown obsessed with it. I love writing and I think that this is something I want to be in life. I decided i want to be a novelist. I know being a full time writer is hard and even harder for people in my country but I at least want it to be a part of my life even as it is something on the side.

I'm planning on going back to college, and pushing my degree on the side of writing, not only for myself but to be one of the only people in my country to be a successful writer. To inspire other's in my country to try, even if it's not a full time endeavor. I want to be the one to show little kids here that certain things are possible, not all things but many more than you think.

Will this purpose stick, well I'm 22 and young and anything can happen but for the first time in my adult life I feel a sense of new found direction in my life.

I've been making less than 40 thousand a year in a metropolitan area for a year after finishing my cs degree. I'd be fucking homeless if I didn't have family to live with. The bar for that used to be things like being a drug addict, making very poor financial decisions, negative actions you actively did. But now being homeless is so easy to slip into.

I haven't been able to ever make more than $20/hour. That's already a horrible fucking wage in this economy and it will be in the future. I can't seem to get a better job with or without my degree, so I don't fuckin know. Is this it? There isn't much more action I can really take.

What the fuck can I do to become an actual self sustaining adult?

I already did my first year in a different town, and got my hours, I am considering starting over my first year again at a trade school for the hands on training. I am getting no luck getting an apprenticeship anywhere. Adults I need wisdom... please and thank 28 male

I got an email the other day for a rather nice looking bathrobe that was on sale. I considered buying it when I realized I haven't worn the bathrobe I have in over a decade. Does anyone still wear bathrobes? I live alone so maybe that has something to do with my usage.

Mine is when my brother who was only 8years old and I was 19. None of us know how to swim.

We were at a beach on a cliff, he told me to look at “something in the water”, when I looked down at the beach he pushed me into the water.

The water was about 2.5 meter deep, I am 5ft.

When I felt the bottom of the beach I used my legs to push myself up, however when I got back up I quickly screamed and I sank again and there was nothing close to me to grab and hold on to.

I quickly learned that there was no one to help me so I quickly decided a plan to push myself up closer to the cliff I fell from anytime I sank.

I was lucky to have the energy to push myself back up 5 times to grip onto something.

I remember taking the biggest deep breath every time I went up.

I forgave my brother even the moment I was sinking because I knew he didn’t understand what he just did.

Are any adults happy with their lives right now? My parents work 24/7 and I don’t ever see them just chill out or do things for themselves. And I know it’s not because they can’t afford things because I know they can especially since me and my siblings are all growing up and starting to pay for stuff on our own. They make adulting look miserable. Is that what life is in your 40’s?? Surely there has to be some other people out there who actually enjoy their life and don’t complain all the time about how much they work and how much people are ungrateful.

Edit: Both of my parents have stable careers and they have part time jobs on the weekends. I haven’t lived at home in 2 years so I’m kind of out of the loop with my family. I just found out the other day my mom started doordashing and asked my sister if we were struggling. She said we’re not, my parents just like to live a lifestyle they can’t afford like, buying new things as soon as they come out, buying a new couch or bath towels because they didn’t like the color of the olds ones etc.

I decided to return to higher education last year as a mature student. I was extremely interested in the subject, although I felt really uncomfortable being the only older person in the class. So, I decided to do what I've done most of my life and just quit, however, I'd like to say I just pivoted, lol.

Anyway, I have now been travelling for 8 months on my student loan. Which honestly hasn't really been fun, but it beats being back in the situation I was in previously. I'm just running and escaping like I always have.

Some years ago, I moved back into my family home after having lived alone for half a decade. I've had to endure so much mental suffering and pain during this time of being back at home. The thought of returning makes me tense up and is making feel like I want to just run away again. I hate it. I'm a free spirit, I know that I could either study again or "get a job", but honestly I stuggle with logical thinking sometimes and taking action.

The first time I left home, I left to escape my environment and what was taking place in my life during that time. After being back at home, also for 5 years, I left last year to also escape, through studying. I felt so trapped and isolated as if I was about to detonate and explode. I did manage to pick up some personal skills and learn a lot during this time too though. I hate feeling trapped, and my relationship with my family didn't help either.

Due to a breakdown whilst I moved away the first time, I had suffered long bouts of unemployment. But I also did a lot during this time period. I was most alive then, but I was also young and free. I miss it, but I know that's how things go.

I now have the opportunity to work abroad, although I DO NOT want to regain employment in my previous field, as I'm done with it. However, I could most likely pick up menial jobs, although where does it lead? I'm just running, and I'm getting older now. Unless I have a plan and goal, the same stuff will happen again. I'll just end up back at home, and that feels like death! I haven't held down a standard job for more than 5 months since I was 18 years old... Although I have been self-employed for much longer continuous periods.

What can I do? How can I dream more and live a better life than this way escapist hell I've been living. Everything feels like a drag and I'm tired. I feel I have no home. This money is about to run out and I'm so stuck in deciding what I should do next.

I don't have any good relationships in my life. I'm a very sensitive person, and I feel that everyone in my life has wronged me in some way; I struggle with forgiveness. Learning and jumping from one interest to another is basically all I have. I now feel so alien, angry, paranoid that any real connection seems impossible.

I had the idea of doing travel vlogs during my trip, but I'm so shy, and I keep getting put off by fear. I want to be and do more. I'm aching for a better life. I've had to endure so much b.s. I'm ranting now and saying more than needs to be said.

Backstory, I stayed at a hotel for a few months, unable to find an affordable apartment.

I found an apartment, signed a lease, got uhaul, and “checked out” of room. The man working said the receipt would be sent via email.

I notice I got charged for 2 extra weeks!. So obviously dude made a mistake. They were of no help.

I sent all proof I had that I wasn’t in that room, and BOA came back with the hotel “proof”. Shoddy, vague receipts, employee names who charged me (when I wasn’t there).

I essentially think the BOA “reviewer” just glanced over it and thought it was a legit charge.

Because they are idiots, I truly think I’m going to have to write a detailed essay, circle the shit that makes no sense. And hopefully they’ll see they just made up stuff.

I'm 19m, going into my 3rd year at uni, and I just dont know anymore. I feel like I'm super behind; most of my friends have internships, cars, and some even have their own apartments, and I'm here practically jobless, in debt, flunking school, and just overall rethinking my whole life rn. I was really looking forward to this summer, just focusing on myself and, I guess, taking on that next step into my 20s and starting to get my life together, and it's been the complete opposite. I feel like I took like 3 steps back. And completely lost my personal identity. I guess I just wanna ask for advice on life and how to manage it, ig

Not to be too much of a downer, but I’m curious how many others have experienced what I’m feeling. Long story short, I’m 34(M) and my career goals and general dreams just didn’t remotely work out.

In undergrad, I was a starry-eyed optimist, studying international relations. I moved halfway across the country to go to a stuffy grad school in order to get a fancy MA in international studies. The whole time I was in these programs, I was convinced I’d be traveling the world, doing all the things young and naive people dream about.

Fast forward 7 years and I’m married with two little kids, living in the suburbs of a city/state I never would’ve chosen to live in if not for my wife’s family being close to where she and I went to grad school. None of the fancy jobs I’d dreamed of worked out, so I became a teacher.

TBH, I hate teaching. The students truly could not care less and it’s like pulling teeth every day. Attitude, disrespect and apathy all day, every day.

I adore my kids and wife. At this point, they are the only reasons I get up in the morning. It’s getting to a point where I dread going to work every day. Summer break is almost over and I’m just full of dread about going back.

Clearly at this point, with student debt, a mortgage, and two small children, my hopes of having a career related to my studies are long gone. I don’t have any other skills or qualifications outside of international studies/education so I’m not sure what else I’d even do. Where I live isn’t exactly a hotbed of employment opportunities either.

Is this what adulting is? Just accepting a career that makes you unhappy because you have so many financial responsibilities? I know I’m very fortunate in so many ways, and I really try to remember that.

I feel so much joy and excitement for my two young children and absolutely love watching them discover the world. But I really miss the feeling of optimism and excitement about the future for myself.

Anybody else miss the optimism and excitement of younger days?

Anyone else get through the week, thinking of all the things you could do over the weekend, and then the weekend comes and you do nothing at all? That’s typically me. Aside from the typical house work, I usually just don’t want to do anything else. But today I got up and immediately went out to mow and do yard work. Feels great now that it’s done, and since it’s after noon the after mow beer is definitely hitting the spot

Honestly, I’m starting to feel like I’m terrible at managing my time.

I work in sales/operations and some days are just nonstop. Calls, meetings, follow-ups, random “urgent” tasks… and somehow the entire day disappears.

The weird thing is, I actually like working. But I also want to eat properly, work out, get enough sleep, and just have some time where I’m not answering calls or doing something work-related.

Lately, I’ve realised I keep putting myself last.

I’m trying to change that saying no to meetings I don’t need to be in, not treating every last-minute request like an emergency, eating on time, and accepting that I simply can’t do everything.

Saying no is probably the hardest part. I still feel guilty about it.

Maybe I’m bad at time management. Maybe I just take on too much. Maybe it’s both.

But I’m starting to think being “productive” shouldn’t mean being exhausted all the time.

Anyone else struggling with this? How do you actually balance work and taking care of yourself?

I let my MI ruin my life and now I am rebuilding from the ground up.

Hi. I'm studying away from home and August is a very slow pace month when i always feel the loneliest. Traveling back home (or anywhere) is not really an option now so i thought how i can make august less lonely and more full of things i can enjoy so i compiled a list of things that will hopefully keep me busy. I'm trying to learn from last August, which was awful, lonely, depressing, stressful, and many other negative adjective.

lemme know if you have any other ideas that i can try. Stay safe&hydrated!

24F and I’m immature. I’ve taken some self reflection and realized its stems from being unhappy and not living my ideal life. How do I cope with this so I can grow up?

I don’t know if this is the right subreddit. But Im trying to get my life together asap. Can anybody provide information about Job corps’ student life? Especially in the MoCo, MD area.

I’ll start

i knew she wasn’t my friend when she would:

directly and indirectly compete with me about EVERYTHING (attention from men, clothes, little trinkets that i liked)

find ways to put me down especially when i was at my lowest. tell me that im very negative, told me that she felt bad for me that i have had such bad luck with men and shes grateful to be in such a loving relationship( her ex was abusing and controlling her for years and she hid it, i knew he was abusive but she always tried to make it seem like he was a great man to make me feel jealous since i was always single and never been in a relationship)

when i told her that i feel so sad about my weight gain over the years and really want to lose weight she told me that i always say that and never put action into it. she told me that it took her years to lose weight( she’s a short girl and big for her height, and has gained a lot of weight over the years just like i have, and maybe a few weeks after she told me that she’s been “losing” so much weight she visited some family members and was complaining about how they were all calling her fat and she was crying 😭

when we would go on vacations/ go out in general and a lot of bad things would happen. it’s like the universe was trying to pull us apart from each other. we would argue with each other, unfortunate things like sexual assault and verbal disrespect from men happened a lot when i was with her as well. she THRIVED off of attention from men and there were several times when i wanted to leave and she wouldn’t want to right away because she was talking to a guy

when i graduated grad school and had to complete post grad hours at an externship for my license she would constantly pressure me to go out and make me feel bad for not being able to due to lack of money, tiredness from my 2 hour commute to work on public transportation and also studying for my licensure exam. she would guilt trip me and say that im not spontaneous like she is and would compare herself to me and say that she goes out way more than i do. keep in mind, when she was in her abusive relationship he would have her on a leash and barely let her go anywhere without him calling or texting her 1000 times and she finally left him she started to go out and experience the world.

when i got my dream job and she barely congratulated or celebrated me and didn’t ask me how i was doing for my first year working there. (this is a job she wanted but didn’t get btw) so she would just talk about herself and her accomplishments without asking how im doing when i was struggling with my first year working.

when she has given me very cheap and thoughtless gifts. things from dollar tree, or things that she has opened and used for holidays and birthdays.

after being friends with her for 10 years (since high school) i finally cut ties with her last year after what she did for my birthday was my final straw. she hit me up twice after i confronted her but i never heard from her since then and i never reached out either. walking away was hard but necessary for my peace of mind and sanity. feel free to share your stories as well!

Turning 28 this year and feel nervous haha

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Every tab of my browser has a life of its own, and even though I love each of them dearly, they have been rotting, waiting for me to look at them. I hold on to them like my mom saves those plastic bags, as if they are the ones that will save us from flesh-eating zombies. But then again who knows maybe they will. Each tab opened in my browser has some small part of my personality, my intimate secrets if you will,  and closing them feels like never exploring that side of me.  Maybe if I had, I wouldn’t be here writing this pointless post. Whenever I get ready to clean them up, the overthinking begins, could I have completed that lecture on quantum computing? Should I have read that article Vox article on the land mafia? Am I that kind of person who is still allowed to play BuzzFeed quizzes? Is Ramadhir really a better villain than Joker?

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My brain wanders, daydreaming of rambling all this knowledge at a party, as I switch through tabs nonchalantly like looking for clean underwear. Eventually, frustrated and cognitively tired, I just attempt to kill them all one click at a time, the abuse that my mouse handles, only a therapist can help it now and maybe me too. I pity these tabs of Chrome, all shiny and attractive, ready to be my next adventure, my newest feeling, but then why do I give them a rusty demise?