Beat Surrender

I've been in a bit of post MBA slump. Kind of depressed. Kind of shiftless. Missing my friends. Feeling a bit lost. A bit melancholic. Fighting off a sore throat.

The job search is going in fits and starts. In the meantime I've given notice at my current job and am forcing myself to figure something out. I don't know whether to stay here or move back to the states. I have questions. I want more love in my day-to-day life, not just through emails and phone calls. I'm edgy. I feel that deep-seeded sort of restlessness I haven't felt since my 20's. Is this what a mid-life crisis feels like?

But it gets worse. Today I wore black pencil trousers, a white oxford shirt, a black leather jacket, leopard print doc marten boots and black and red chunky-framed glasses. It was like I was Enid in Ghost World when she tries to be a retro punk to avoid responsibility. Or like it was 1982. Either way, I'm a little old for that look.

Oh well. I'm bohemian, right?

Comments

Kireliols said…
Embrace it! I plan on wearing scarves and snoods this summer to grow my hair back out- let them talk.
10:14 pm
lulu said…
Can you be Bohemian with an MBA?

COME TO ASIA! Seriously, think about it. The clothes are too small, but the tailoring is cheap.
2:04 am
Joe said…
I think that's an awesome look. And I don't think you're describing a midlife crisis--just the normal adjustment and letdown after finally accomplishing something you've worked so hard for.

As for coming back to the states or staying abroad...whew. That's a tough one.
8:06 am
Dale said…
As long as you don't look like a bo-Ho, you're fine.
8:14 pm
michaelg said…
The chunky glasses made your look completely age appropriate because, let's face it, most younger folks don't need glasses yet.
Probably not a mid-life crisis. You're just on the cusp of a big life change. Hang on for the ride.
5:42 pm
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