In high school, you’d look at all the kids making plans for med school or a law career and you think, ‘meh, I’ll figure it out’. You get to your mid twenties and you haven’t “figured it out” and the “meh” is still there although perhaps edged with a touch more concern. Thirty rolls around and you’re just cruising. Life isn’t bad (in fact, it can be pretty damn good) but you don’t have that sense of purpose other more driven people have. You’re not quite sure what you’re here for or what you want to do aside from vague and nebulous goals like “be happy” and “travel the world on a sultan’s budget”.
Does anyone out there feel that way. No? Me neither. As you were. 😉
But on a serious note, I do often wonder what I’m doing with my life. We’re kind of conditioned to think we should somehow know what we should be doing. Some people do but a lot of people don’t and a lot of people end up doing a whole heap of things and all of them make them happy. For me, I just try and remind myself that, although I might not be 100% sure what I want to be doing, I do have a job that I love (most days), awesome people to work with and I have a pretty fucking fantastic life in general. I have a lot to be grateful for and, if the one thing I don’t have is a clear idea of what I want to be when I grow up, then I don’t have very much to complain about, do I?
Plus, I’m only 33, I’ve got like another 50 years to figure this shit out, right? Ha.