The Myth of Having It All Figured Out
I used to think there would be a point when I finally felt like I knew what I was doing.
Not with one particular thing.
With life.
Like eventually I would reach some magical age where everything clicked into place.
I'd know exactly what I wanted.
I'd make decisions without second-guessing them.
I'd understand money and relationships and careers and all of the other things adults apparently know.
I'd have a plan.
I'd follow the plan.
And I'd finally feel like...
Okay. I’ve got this.
Well.
I'm almost 40.
And I'm still waiting. π
But maybe that's because the thing I've been waiting for doesn't actually exist.




