Today, I am frightened. I have no idea what I’m doing, where I’m going. If I would have known when I was younger that much of adulthood was ad-libbed, I don’t think I would have been in as big of a hurry to “grow-up”.
I feel like the only thirty-something year old who has no idea what he wants to do with his life. Intellectually, I know that this isn’t true – I know that there are others in the same boat as I find myself – it’s just that more times than not I feel like I’m the only one struggling against these currents of uncertainty.
I’ve been talking to my lovely, close friends, and my counselor – all of whom suggest i just get out there and try – try whatever strikes my fancy, not worrying about the possibility of failure.
I talk about and think about doing things more often than I actually do them.
Am I the only one who struggles with this? What do you do to overcome those moments of uncertainty, those moments where you question yourself?