Sometimes

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.