Had a minor freakout this morning about the direction of my professional life. What’s new?
It was the same sort of fears I had approximately five years ago when I finished my undergrad degree —I didn’t know what it really translated to career-wise. And I still don’t know what I want to do now. The only thing that’s different now is that I don’t feel like it’s necessarily too late to start anything. I did then. Isn’t that strange? To be so young and feel like you can’t do something because it will take too much time, like you’d lose something.
So my roommate and I went for a walk. And we had coffee and sat awhile in this cool grilled cheese/coffee place that opened up in the neighborhood a few months ago. Sort of ruminated on short and long-term goals, scribbled in my notebook. I feel better now. Although it might be the whiskey and ginger ale I’m sipping which is giving me a false sense of comfort…
I know most people don’t usually have it figured out at this age but somewhere along the next five or ten years, I would hope I’d have my shit together. Or at least be making more money. Or doing something important. Or creative. Or really just doing something more reflective of what I am passionate about.