Dear Prudence,
About a month ago, I had to get surgery for a majorly messed-up knee caused by a mixture of climbing and skiing. I tore my ACL, MCL, and meniscus. I let it sit and marinate for 10 months before deciding to do something about it, hoping that ignorance would cure it. All my life, I’ve been active. I’m 19 and have chosen not to go to college and to instead pursue flight school and venture into the outdoor industry. I’ve spent the majority of the past year escaping my doubts about not going down the “normal” path for most kids my age by traveling the world, climbing my arms off, and working full-time as a waitress.
The past month (since the beginning of November), life has finally forced me to sit down and think. I am trying to find the beauty in solitude, as both my parents whom I still live with work full time as do almost all of my friends who are not in university somewhere, and yet everything I do bores me. Knitting hats bores me, listening to podcasts bores me, reading bores me. I’ve been trying to sleep the days away, knowing that once I am able to start at least walking again, things will get better. During all this time that I have had to wallow in self-pity and discouragement, I wonder how different my life is from those around me who are my age. Most of my friends are in their mid-to-late twenties, and they all tell me that they only wish they would have been as ambitious as I am when they were my age.
But I can’t help but wonder, is it a problem that I cannot imagine my life ever slowing down? My physical therapist told me that if I had messed up my knee so badly when I was a bit older—say, 24 or so—then I might not have had to get it fixed, considering I would be less active. I laughed and told her that my life was only going to get more go-go-go-go and active from here on out. My question is, I guess, I feel as though it is difficult for me to find joy in any capacity in having a simple life, and knowing that the life in which I have planned to live is not going to be sustainable forever, how will I manage to prepare myself for the mental battle that will come when life forces me to slow down? Whether it be oodles of sports injuries, needing to find a job that pays better than those rooted in the outdoor industry, or being too tired to keep going, I cannot help but be worried about what my future holds, no matter how excited I am about it.
—Struggling in Solitude