After a brief hiatus, I traveled back in time again today...through my journals. By this point, I'm up to the days after grad school and before employment. I didn't realize until now that it feels a bit like history repeating itself. My writing reflects the existence of so many of the same perplexities and worries in 2008 as I'm toiling through in the present day. A natural sense of restlessness within a life without purpose is equally apparent. I suppose I just feel lost without a mission.
My words weren't all gloom and doom though; they were surprisingly confident and hopeful. I knew that I was ready to embark on a challenge and step out of my comfort zone. I had just gone through a significant life change and gotten myself into fighting shape to take on something unknown. Oddly, that's precisely how I'm feeling now, only the particularly life change was a whole different animal.
The thing that struck me the most, though, is that I realized during my job hunt over three years ago that I had no idea what I was passionate about. I'm still trying to find out what I really want to do, instead of just taking on something that I can do. To quote my 24 year old self:
"Sometimes I feel like I'm floundering because I'm trying to go in the wrong direction. Maybe I'm trying to follow a heuristic to get to the next phase in my life when I should be taking the scenic route. Maybe I'm trying too hard to be in the box, when what I really want is sitting outside the box."
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