despite loving my career, my home, my friends and family, i have this punishing daily thought that wreaks havoc on my mental health: “i’m almost my best self, just not quite yet.” i often think there’s more i have to accomplish, more i need to earn, places i need to go, and people i need to meet. i haven’t fallen in love, i haven’t bought a home, i haven’t been to amsterdam. on days when i’m not feeling so self-critical, i look around and see that i’ve already made it. i’m here, it’s happened — twenty-year-old me would have been thrilled. but then it comes again — and i know i am not the only one — that panicked feeling that i — that
we
— are not enough.
in her new book
an ordinary age: finding your way in a world that expects exceptional
, writer rainesford stauffer calls that daily thinking a “myth” that only ever results in feeling less than. she writes, “if you’re a young adult today (or even just know a young adult today), it’s a challenge not to feel as though finding yourself has been turned into a competitive sport. now, it seems, striving to be extraordinary, being exceptional, and being special are the same as being capable, being fulfilled, and being happy.”
she continues, “we have so-called dream jobs and side hustles just to try to pay the bills, college rankings that tell us where our formative years fall on the scale of public opinion, and which education is supposedly worth all the debt. omnipresent illustrations of best lives, bodies, and selves constantly play out on instagram, and the churn of perfectionism has radically amped up expectations that turn ‘perfect’ into a theoretically meetable standard.”