I have questions. A lot of questions.
Questions for myself. Questions for the Universe. Questions that I can’t seem to find the answers to at the moment.
- What am I doing with my life?
- What will the future hold for me?
- In which direction should I take my career?
- Who am I? What is it that I do?
- How will I make money? How will I feed and clothe myself?
- What should I do next?
- How can I make a difference in this world?
- What is the best way to spend my all too brief span of years on this big beautiful spinning blue marble?
In some ways, it’s freeing to not know the answers to any of these questions.
- I don’t know who I am.
- I don’t know what I can become.
- I don’t know what I’m doing.
- I don’t know what I’m capable of.
What do you do with all of that uncertainty?
Maybe the answer is you lean into it. Maybe if you don’t know who you are, then there’s no limit to what you can become. Maybe if you don’t know what you’re doing then there’s no limit to what you might be capable of. Maybe embracing this ‘I don’t know’ is the only way to approach life.
Then again I’d like to have the clarity of purpose that others seem to have. I want to jump out of bed in the morning excited about the day to come. I want to know that thing that I’m doing is making a difference in the world.
Having said all of that I I think the only real choice to is to keep moving. Pick yourself up. Dust yourself off. Tend to your wounds. Put one foot in front of the other. Keep going.
I don’t have any answers. I don’t know what the heck I’m doing.
That has to be ok for right now.