I’m confused as to why it seems like I’m the only one who doesn’t have their shit together. I’m pretty sure nobody else knows what the fuck they’re doing. Like, I don’t really think you’re sure you want to be a network system administrator, c’mon. You’re telling me that when you’re 80 years old and finally able to retire, you’re going to still be in the same field/industry and so happy you spent every day longingly staring out the window, thinking of the vitamin D you happily missed out on? I think not.
I’m pretty sure I just feel immobilized because I can’t NOT think about where I should be when I’m 80 and how when I’m 35 or 30 I’ll suddenly realize I’m in the wrong field, OR WORSE, that I STILL have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. I just want to be happy is that so much to ask? Please pay me to exist and exist happily. Here’s what that means to me: Sunshine, warmth, friendship, strength, fashion, just chicness in general, animals EVERYWHERE (not Animal Hoarders-let’s be clear), the beach in my life every day, perhaps a man (preferably not a psychopath-again, let’s be clear), and of course my personal yacht…ok so that last one was a bit far-fetched, but you’ve got to dream big to achieve big!
I mean, let’s take a moment to analyze my life to further illustrate my point…Just ten years ago I was interested in political science and perhaps pursuing a law degree. Now, the thought of that career path makes me want to gouge my eyes out, and honestly I’m feeling a bit parched and sweaty. I can’t even stand to talk about politics with the closest friends now. And just fifteen years ago, well I thought I was headed to the Olympics. Like, putting-2006-at-the-end-of-me-screen-name, going to the Olympics. Figure skating was my one and only dream and all I needed to keep me warm at night (yea, I was a super cool kid).
So I’ll end this post on that lovely, icy cold note (instead of focusing on my complete lack of direction in life)…please take a moment to check out this amazing, amazing tumblr that I came across that speaks right to my icy cold soul (yes, I still have one):