sometimes i find comfort in the fact that i don’t have a plan. sometimes i am thankful that i am okay with not knowing where my life is headed but getting too comfortable in that mindset is what can lead to never progressing.
i spent so many years too focused on the future to the point that i could no longer relish in the present. but now, sometimes i feel as if i am not focused enough on where i am headed in the future. i know that i want to have a career in english or writing somehow… but where does a person even start to know what they want? how do i know if i’ll want a job in an office or out in the world if i have never done it?
finding a balance between overly worrying about the future and pretending it doesn’t exist is something that continues to kick my butt every day. on one hand, worrying about the future is a good thing, but on the other, damaging your mindset to make the future come quicker does no good. the same thing applies to not thinking about the future is a line that is hard to walk without slipping too much to one side.
i really don’t even know why i wrote this blog. maybe the purpose of it is just to proclaim the fact that i don’t know where i’m going. but then again, who really does?
anyways, until next week,
— A
I feel like this is a common thought among literaries. I often feel myself wondering the same things.
You have no idea how refreshing it is to know that other people out there have struggled with dedicating too much time to the future! Thank you for this!
This blog was super insightful and interesting to read. I know you’ll find your way! <3