Oh, don’t make me laugh. Resolve themselves by the thirties?
Yeah, maybe. If you don’t decide at 29 that the nice “solid” career that you happen to hate is the worst thing you can be doing - and if you really want to avoid throwing yourself in front of that subway (and there were days it crossed my mind. I don’t think I was ever that desperate, but I’m glad I’m not doing that anymore - the job or the commute), you have to get out.
So now I’m 31 - and finally in a job that I love - having taken on an extra $30k in student loans to do it. I’m also now in a career that pays significantly less than what I was making. If I’d stayed in the job I was in, my salary would now be double what it is in the new job. But I’d still be miserable, and probably well on my way to a heart attack/ulcer/stroke by the time I turn 35.
But If you want to be happy, you have to make the steps to make yourself happy. Socially, I’m still working on the happy thing, but new towns are tough the older you get.