I don’t know where to go from here and I think what I should do is to just stop being so concerned about it anyway. I’ve spent my life worrying too much about what’s next instead of appreciating what is. I’ve been constantly on the run from the slight discomfort of not feeling like I fit in enough, or that I don’t know enough to proceed, or because I think something is too difficult.
I’m tired of worrying about where to go from here. Chance and unexpected opportunity have been reliable guides thus far, I just never know when they are going to show up. There’s a thought, a feeling, I’m trying to express that seems to be struggling to bubble up through all the random insignificant thoughts that crowd my mind. Maybe it is this.
Based on a journal entry from 3.10.16