Giving Up Superwoman

What no one ever talks about, aside from the fact that there was absolutely no good use for the word or concept "well-rounded" outside of that convent school, was that trying to do well in several things was the exact opposite of doing well. I wish someone had told me that while I was in college, preparing to pursue a career in writing. I wish someone had taken me aside to say that in my twenties, trying to write my book while holding down a creative-adjacent (advertising, PR) day job, while staying up until 4am keeping up with the band gigs of my friends, while cultivating a romantic relationship, while fulfilling family obligations. 

Then again, knowing my younger self, I wouldn’t have listened, anyway. I’d planned to be “the exception.” Meaning I was exactly the same as many typical creatives in her twenties: high on a heady mix of careless optimism and denial. Back then, I assumed that people who were in jobs they didn’t like or who couldn’t fulfill their creative ambition were simply unmotivated. I had it figured out: earn a regular salary while doing what I really wanted on the side. 
But one day, I woke up, almost thirty (a ripe, old age to me, back then), and realized I haven’t written my book. The money I earned from my job and freelance projects was barely enough to support myself. I had no savings, a five-year plan that was falling apart, and I was incredibly depressed.