Life is hard. Sometimes you think you’ve got things figured out and just when you’re ready to celebrate, the rug gets pulled. I can say without question I have absolutely NO idea what the hell is going on with my life. I have a job that I’m not satisfied with, a major that I’m no longer thrilled with, and so few and classes left for a 4-year degree that I’d be stupid to quit.
I am a Christian and I believe and know Jeremiah 29:11 by heart, but I can’t help but feel empty. A lot of people’s hang ups come from watching others succeed. I’m genuinely happy to see my peers do well. I encourage my friends and family to go for their goals and chase their dreams. Maybe if I took my own advice, I’d be better.
Still the question must be asked, what do you want to do? Sadly, I can’t answer that properly because I don’t know. I just recognize that I’m not happy and I’m not living up to my potential. God has blessed me with talents and gifts that I’ve dabbled in, and so many times I’ve ran away from discomfort.
Stress and struggle haven’t singled me out, but because I’ve put up with so much shit in the past my instincts are to run from anything that doesn’t bring me any peace. Maybe it’s time to stop running and finish the race and worry about the standings later.
Fatabulous 