Lately, I’ve been thinking about what it means to have a career at 35. Not just a job — a career. The kind that once felt like the ultimate goal. The thing we were all supposed to be chasing. The title, the stability, the paycheck that says you “made it.”
But once you actually get there… you start to wonder — is this it?
Because no one talks about how strange it feels to build a career that you once dreamed of and still wake up feeling like you’re missing something. You have the work, the experience, maybe even the recognition — but what about everything else? What about living?
At 35, the balance hits different. You’re old enough to know that burnout isn’t cute and that saying no to a night out sometimes means saying yes to peace. But you’re also young enough to crave connection, adventure, laughter — the kind of moments that don’t fit neatly between Zoom meetings and deadlines.
I love my career. I worked hard for it. But I’m realizing it’s not my entire identity — and it shouldn’t be. It’s one part of my story, not the whole thing. The real success, for me, is finding that sweet spot between ambition and actual living. Between being fulfilled by what I do and being present for who I am outside of it.
Maybe careers aren’t supposed to be the end-all-be-all. Maybe they’re just one piece of a much bigger life — a life that includes lazy Sundays, random friend dinners, spontaneous trips, and the quiet joy of knowing you don’t have to prove anything to anyone anymore.
So if you’re 35 (or anywhere near it) and feeling torn between building the life you want and actually living it — you’re not alone. You can have both. You can work hard and still make room for your people, your peace, and your joy.
Because at the end of the day, your career is something you do — not who you are.
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