Today we're diving deep into something that's been on my mind a lot lately: the mid-30 life crisis.
I am turning 33 years old next month. Turning 30 was surprisingly smooth sailing for me. I thought it would be a big deal, but it came and went without much fuss. Turning 31 and 32? Also pretty manageable. But now, as I approach 33, I find myself grappling with a wave of anxiety and uncertainty that I didn't see coming.
So today, I want to unpack this feeling—
Let's start with the career aspect because, honestly, that's been a major source of my recent anxiety.
Living here in Canada, I've noticed how much emphasis is placed on degrees and experience for almost any job. I mean, even applying to be a barista requires over two years of experience! It's daunting, to say the least.
My current job leverages the experience I do have, but it doesn't require a specific degree, which means it's easily replaceable and the salary growth has pretty much plateaued. Meanwhile, the cost of living keeps climbing, and it's becoming clear that I'll need to take on side jobs just to keep up. Maybe continue working with Japanese companies like I do now, or pick up tutoring gigs that pay in US dollars once I secure my permanent residency. But let's be real—that's a tough grind and doesn't exactly scream 'fun and fulfillment.' how come can I design my future in blight way? Money is the first step for any pivot in life.
What's more frustrating is the lack of learning and skill development in my current role. It's easy, sure, but also mind-numbingly boring at times.
At 33, it feels like this is the time to define the trajectory of my career for the rest of my life. The common narrative is that your 20s set the foundation for your professional life, and by your 30s and 40s, you're building upon that. But what if that foundation isn't as solid or fulfilling as you'd like? Can we really pivot to something entirely new, or are we confined to the paths we've already tread?
These questions have been circling in my mind, breeding a sense of urgency and, admittedly, a bit of panic.
Moving on to another aspect that's been weighing on me: the relentless speed at which time seems to be passing.
Lately, my weeks have felt incredibly routine—work, side jobs, studying English, handling chores. The schedule is so fixed that days blend into each other, and before I know it, it's Thursday again. Weekends, which I look forward to so eagerly, fly by in the blink of an eye.
In my earlier years, being busy was synonymous with excitement. My career was intense and dynamic, with each week bringing something new and challenging. That kind of busyness was exhilarating. But now, the homogeneity of my days is draining. It's like living on autopilot, and it's making time slip through my fingers faster than ever.
This realization brings a certain fear: if life continues at this pace, filled with monotonous routines, will I suddenly find myself at 70, wondering where all the time went and what I did with it? It's a bleak thought, and one that's been creeping into my mind more often than I'd like.
Lastly, let's talk about finding joy and meaning in life, which, for me, has been a bit of a struggle lately.
In the past, even when my job was stressful, I had a circle of precious friends who were always there to listen, support, and share moments of laughter and comfort. Those connections were like anchors, grounding me through the chaos and making life's challenges feel more manageable.
But now, it feels like that social bond with old friends has dwindled. due to distance, or life changes, I don't have as much time with those important people anymore. The absence of those deep, fulfilling interactions has left a void that's hard to fill.
Maybe once I actually turn 33, these fears will fade, or perhaps they'll evolve into new challenges and questions. To anyone else out there navigating similar feelings, I would love to hear your feeling or advice. Grow together.