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Not Knowing Where My Life Is Headed Drives Me Nuts
Say it with me, self — It’s okay.
“So what’s your plan for the future?”
I stared blankly at my younger cousin, trying to string together smart words to say. I did eventually give him an honest outline of my plans, but I found myself overthinking that conversation later. A lot.
Similarly, after recent conversations with my friends(some of them who are also writers), I kept thinking about what I had said.
“Did I say things I can’t live up to?”
“Were my words and plans clever enough?”
“What if I fail?”
Yesterday, after one such conversation, I decided to truly delve into what it was that makes me so uncomfortable.
The fear of falling short
I’m at a weird place in life right now.
I’m struggling to pull together several dozens of ideas, plans, and professional pursuits I have for myself. I’m changing and growing at a rapid rate, while still adjusting to my journey of unlearning.
I always tell everyone else that uncertainty is okay and taking time to figure things out is okay, but I fail to see that for myself.
