I’m a young woman in my early twenties. If I had to describe myself in three words, I’d say I’m a perfectionist, who is determined and driven. These three qualities have set me up for serious success. I’m the first of my friends to get a full time job after university, and the first of my friends to buy a brand new car. Where most of my friends are busy scrambling to find their car’s roadworthy certificate, I’m going to my annual logbook service. I don’t want to say I’m a step ahead of my friends in terms of stereotypical adult success, but it may be the case.
I love my new car. I commute to and from work in it everyday and it is seriously luxurious. It makes me feel like I’m at the same standard of professionalism as my coworkers, which is really important to me. Being the youngest person in the office, I’m often trying to prove myself to those around me. I sometimes wonder if this is how my friends feel when they’re around me. I would never ask though.
I was chatting with my friend yesterday when we were on our weekly walk and she told me that she needs another car repair. Within Northcote, where we live, there are plenty of mechanics and she says she feels like she’s been to all of them at this point. I’m very glad that I don’t have that problem. I seriously doubt that I’ll need to go to the mechanic again until my next log book service. Everything about my life is perfect, because of my determination and drive. I’m even good at making driving puns! There’s nothing I can’t do.
I hope that one day my friends get to the point of life that I’m in now. I know I sound rather full of myself, but I’m just appreciating my achievements. I know they’ll all succeed. I hope for their sake that it’s soon.