I wonder what the heck I’m doing.
I mean, I have a general idea of what I’m doing. I’m working and trying to get back on my own.
But then what?
I mean, all my life I’ve always had some sort of goal. Get to university. Graduate from university. Find a job. Find a full-time job. Find a good job.
Now, I’m happy with my job. Of course, I don’t want to be in this position forever, but for the moment I have lots to learn and the work is fulfilling.
Which lets me focus my thoughts on my current life.
Which is pretty empty.
Well, I know I need to move out. But that in itself isn’t too difficult. So what comes next in my life? I don’t want to change careers at the moment. I’m not ready for a real relationship right now. To be honest, there’s nothing I can particularly strive for except getting out of my mother’s home.
Certainly, I’d like to get out of debt, but I can’t exactly speed up that process. I’d like to get into good shape, but once again it’s going to take time.
I kind of feel like I’m just floating around aimlessly. Some direction or goal to strive for would be nice.
Well, I suppose there’s trying to find a place for myself. Maybe it bothers me because my current goal feels too simple. Maybe I need more, or should strive for something more. Or maybe set more specific goals so I know what to work towards.
No sense worrying about things I have no control over. I should work on what I know needs to change. Move out. I can figure out the rest on the way.