I’m lost
I’m so lost in life right now. I’m taking a mini-break from packing up my room, since I’m moving back to Miami from DC in about 1.5 weeks. I don’t have money or a job. And I’ve been so unenthusiastic about finding a job becuse I have no idea what I want to do. One minute I want to go to med school, then decide I’ll apply to medical anthropology master’s programs, then maybe look into Peace Corp or think about substance abuse rehab… I wish life coaching was covered under insurance. I need someone to talk to. Someone who won’t berate me or make me feel like crap. Ugh. I need someone to light a fire under my ass. But at 23, shouldn’t I be able to light my own fires?…
dear daphne. i hear you. we need to meet up at some random coffee shop and sip herbal tea and have a discussion/bitch-out-whatever-is-pissing-us-off-at-the-moment/anarchisticly-infused-word/grand-reunion-of-friends-separated-for-a-year/laugh-at-everything-funny-that-has-ever-happened/what-the-hell-am-i-doing-to-do-with-my-life/etc kind of chat… who else is in? any ideas of where to host? <3.
and yes, i know you daphne, and regardless of your age, you have what it takes to light a fire. but everyone, regardless of age, benefits from friends and family and smiles from random strangers*(below). but also, being lost sans fire is sometimes what it takes for some awesome idea or opportunity to slip in (i keep telling that to myself at least, who feels nearly exactly how you do, well how i think you do based on this post).
*last night i wandered down my street alone and just observed the people around me. some people were hurrying to get somewhere. some people looked stiff, as if trying to impress the other person they were with. but one man stood out to me, who was stretching in teh corner by his shopping car, blanket and a box of left over food. He looked so content and happy to be just where he was. i know this is a random insert, which is why i kinda put it as a footnote(?)
