Sometimes
I wonder if I'm ever going to make it. Sometimes I wonder if I'm making
the right life choices. Sometimes (read: often times) I get consumed by
these thoughts and want to sit around and do absolutely nothing. Ugh!
At
this very point in my life, I just don't know anything. For the past
year I've had to convince myself, with little avail, that it's okay to
be unsure. I've had to explain to people what the f*ck it is I think I'm
doing, why I'm doing it and where I think it will get me, all while
feigning confidence.
I decided to take this risk, I know. It just sucks, but I really don’t know what I'd be doing otherwise.
They
say not to plan for plan b. Last year, I did. I executed. And I failed.
I didn’t even consider plan A, until B was proven to be a shitty idea to
begin with. So now, I sit here, working everyday for plan A, not know
anything. At all. I don't have any clue.
But I'm still working.
Hoping.
Praying.
Ramble Fin.
