Hi, I’m Nora and I have no idea what I’m doing.
I’m 25 years young and I am still figuring out what I want to be when I grow up. If you found my site, you probably are, too.
Over the past three years since I graduated from college, I’ve been floundering a bit, trying to figure out exactly what kind of career I want, and, to be totally honest, I still don’t really know. I could go in any one of about seven thousand different directions. It’s completely intimidating and a bit scary.
So what am I doing here?
Short answer- if a conventional job isn’t working for me, why not channel my inner Carrie Bradshaw and write articles while drinking a Cosmopolitan and wearing fabulous shoes? Sounds great, right? In reality, I’m writing here because maybe someone can identify with what I’m going through as a girl in her mid-twenties who is stumbling through life. That, and this is like a very big, very public diary and sometimes I just need to rant.
So though I don’t live in Manhattan (only about 45 minutes away), and I am not a big fan of a Cosmopolitan, usually opting insteaI do like to write and I dream of one day owning my very own pair of Manolo Blahnik’s, and I hope you’ll keep reading and let me know if you, too, are exhibiting the symptoms of This Quarter Life Crisis.