How was it, when I was a kid, that I was sure adults had all the answers, or most of them anyway? Because I am well into adulthood, and still feel as though I don’t have any of the answers. Is it because I’m not a parent? Does not having to raise kids make me less capable of getting my own life to fall into place?
I don’t know about any of that, for sure, but what I do know is that I am frustrated that I still feel as though I don’t have the answers, that my life is still in flux, and that I haven’t figured out how to make that change. So, I’m thinking about things I need to do in order to make things at least feel different. I am not sure how effective it will all be, but I’ve reached the point at which I need to do something, because, if I don’t, I’m going to continue through this life as if in quicksand (or possibly quick-drying cement), and I just can’t do that for much longer.
I hope to work on and through some of that here over the next few months, though I’m not quite sure exactly what form that will take, so bear with me, if you will.