“I want to be a full-time meals on wheels deliverer,” said my sister, sighing over the phone. Career angst was the topic, and after we’d exhausted the usual tired “let’s open a restaurant/yoga studio/gluten-free bakery” fantasies, we were pretty much left with nothing that grabbed us, except of course for instant independent wealth.
“Do they have full-time meals on wheels deliverers?” I asked, trying to be helpful/supportive/not to laugh.
“I guess you could probably deliver meals all day on a volunteer basis. But that’s not really what I’m looking for.”
Chicklets, do we all remember the hoopla a few years ago over the so-called “quarter life crisis?” You know, the book about how 25-year-olds are feeling unsettled and having trouble reconciling themselves to the idea that they have to, like, work for a living?
If we didn’t have one when we were 25 do we have to wait for the proverbial midlife to roll around to have one or can we call in our chips now? Is there an expiry date? And does anyone know of any angel investors interested in financing a yoga studio/gluten-free bakery run by two sisters who aren’t certified to teach yoga, don’t have MBAs, and don’t bake?