I’ve had this conversation with everyone who will listen, so it’s probably time to write it down.
I’m 26 and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with my life. I’ve found lots of things I *could* do with my life, but no singular purpose. I’ve found things I’m particularly good at, but nothing gratifying enough that I don’t wonder how I might find myself some greener grass. Given all that, I think I’m starting to make good choices, but I’m still not completely at east.
I wish someone had told me, “sometimes you just have to get a job” before I started college. Being told by my teachers that I could be whatever I wanted to be *wasn’t helpful*. I can rant at great length about the unhelpful things I was told as a child and the helpful things I wish I could have heard a decade earlier.
Do I need my hand held through everything? No. And I’m surely being far too arrogant when I assume I’d have found a better path on my own if not for having been poisoned by unrealistic ways of approaching the future.
I hate that I wasn’t always as good at recognizing and tuning out bad advice. There’s too much of it in this world.
