Sometimes I don't quite understand why I have to be nervous at work and don't want to relax in my life. Is this senile syndrome? I always feel that before crossing the 30-year-old mark, there are too many things to do, waiting to be done, and I don't want to do it.
Try to make life more colorful after returning to being single, find friends I haven't seen for a long time to have afternoon tea with, or invite some friends to go to the movies or go shopping during the holidays, or even try to find classmates to travel abroad on their own. I didn't expect it to be easy to be an old friend, but it's hard to find confidence when I'm single.
"Are you free to come out for dinner this week?" What I asked out was old rice coffee. I thought I'd been making an appointment to catch up. Might as well take the opportunity to see if we can meet.
Xiaomei didn't answer the phone, Xiao Ye said she had to work overtime, and Grace said she was going out with her husband and children. Nana said yes, because she was lovelorn recently, but to be honest, I am most afraid of meeting Nana. Every time I meet her, I scold the whole world in front of you, as if she were the most innocent victim. Instead of releasing her boredom, it covered up a deeper haze.
So I began to think about how to refuse to have dinner with Nana. Feeling single is like looking for guilt. Those friends who grew up with you have crossed the age line and lived a different life. Only Nana who is difficult to get along with is left. The word "defeated dog" is too profound.
Finally, I stood Nana up. I really don't want to make my mood worse. I lay on the sofa and saw the latest Korean drama from the first episode to the tenth episode. My mood fluctuates with the changes of the hero and heroine in the play. The play was over, the time passed, and I started to work again the next day.
"Life is like this? I feel lonely and lonely.
I looked up the curriculum of some community colleges online, but no one wanted to go.
After reading the happy travel notes of others leaving, I have no courage to travel alone;
I finally built the information of the dating website, but I was bored and deleted all the information.
Suddenly I heard an unknown message from my mobile phone, and I panicked. Should I answer it or not?
"Will you live like this all your life?" Especially burst into tears in the middle of the night.
Traveling alone for the first time, after visiting customers, I decided not to rush back to the company in the afternoon and began to look for scenery in Yunlin, a remote village. The first time I traveled overseas alone was my thirtieth birthday, accompanied by three strangers. On my first long trip, I mustered all my courage to go abroad for work and holiday. As a result, I changed from a group of people to a person, and the 30 kg suitcase became a backpack. I fell in love with myself when traveling, and I can walk happily without company.
Everyone says I'm brave. In fact, I am more afraid and timid than anyone else. Traveling at this age may be the biggest rebellion in my life, but I really don't want to stay in place and think, and I am busy all day.
"I'm still confused about life." I was depressed for a while after I came back.
Standing in front of the mirror, I can't wait to tell the world, "I'm back, I'm different!" " ! 」
Just in retrospect, no one expected my change, no one cared about my story, and even ridiculed that "you can go abroad only if you have money!" ! "or" only you people advocate others to travel, society will become chaotic! 」
The word "unwilling" grows from the bottom of my heart. I really love myself in the past and don't want to give up my dream at that time. Why do you want to keep me back to my unhappy self for your irrelevant eyes?
"There are many things to do, and I think the first thing is to find my own happiness. 」
So I began to write, expressing the feelings of travel and the anger of life in words. Many people give me encouragement, and many sour people hold me back, but what I write to myself is not those irrelevant people.
So I continued to travel. Book a plane ticket, pack a backpack and go abroad to relax. I have no goals or plans. I usually start looking for hotels when I get to the local area, and then plan my trip.
So I began to write a book, recording my experiences and feelings in recent years into a book, turning my incomprehensible emotions and thoughts about the future into words in the book, and encouraging people who are as confused as me.
So I handed in my resignation and gave my life back to myself after I was 35. I don't know what the long road in the distance will be like, but I have never regretted walking on my favorite road these years.
I finally understand that when I choose my favorite path, whether it is single or plural, life will be equally happy.