I’m sure there are a lot of people out there who feel like they have no idea what they’re doing with their life. Unfortunately, I am one of them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy, settled, content, but as for the next steps? No clue.
I can’t decide whether this scares me or not. Overall, I think I’m more intrigued than scared or panicked. And at first I didn’t recognise it, but then I started picking up the signs that I have no idea at all what I’m doing with my life.
- I constantly change my mind
So, last week I decided I wanted to become the next Mary Berry. Now, I’m fancying the idea of going off to another country to volunteer and perhaps set up my own beach bar. I constantly change my mind from one day to the next about what I want to do, where I want to be, or even what I want to eat for dinner. It’s fine, because I don’t NEED to make any decisions right now, but really it is kind of tiring being so fickle all the time.
I spend too much time watching old Sex and the City episodes
Seriously addicted, all the time. Old Friends episodes always make their way onto my TV too. Surely I should have better things to do? Apparently not…
3. I know pretty much everything on the ASOS new in section
Again, shouldn’t I have better things to do? It’s lame, I know, but I constantly check to see what they’ve added, just in case the most amazing jumpsuit, jeans, dress, shoes (or all of the above) magically appear. I then spend ages adding things to my Saved Items and organising it in order of how badly I want it… not many things ever make it into my basket.
- I make plans that never happen
This kind of links to the first sign and again shows how fickle I am. But I do find it hard to make any form of long-term plan, whether it’s a holiday or a goal of moving out by Christmas, because of the fact that I don’t know what I’m doing in life. It’s a vicious circle, really.
- I write hundreds lists to try and keep myself on track
This is to try and convince myself that I do know what I’m doing. Like “Hey, don’t worry, you’re sorted because you’ve got a list”. If only! I love writing lists though, so this isn’t as bad, but unfortunately I’ve found that there’s no correlation between having lists and being sorted.
- I have half-converted my car into a mobile home
I’m in no way homeless (I live at home but I do love it – most of the time) but I’ve found that more and more of my possessions seem to end up living in my car. It’s handy for when I’m in my car, but not so handy when I’m not. I feel like if I knew what I was doing in life (aka I had my own place) this wouldn’t be the case.
- I daydream. Constantly.
Literally constantly, and about everything. I know that’s only normal and everyone daydreams, but the variety of daydreams I have show how many different directions my mind is really going in.
So please, show me some comfort. Are there any of you out there who also have no clue what you’re doing? @averybusyb