I don't know about you, but I love weather. Sahara hot to Nova Scotia cold, blow-the-man-down wind and stinging rain, calm sunny days and chilly winter nights..... It's all wonderful to me.
Except today.
And I haven't any real reason why today isn't good. Work was work: boring office drudgery, lively chatter with spunky J, and weeding. I've done a bit of sewing this afternoon, which is also above par. It's just today feels... empty?
This could be the start of a life-long battle of depression (I can joke about it, I know first-hand how nasty it is), it could be I'm lacking in vitamin D, B, A, K, etc. etc., or it could be I'm possessed. But what I really think it is... I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.
Of course, this is a conundrum.
I am grown up.
That's one thing adults don't tell you when you're young; they haven't the slightest idea what they're doing.
So, any young'uns out there reading this: Don't worry. That empty, confused feeling you have, right there between your ribs, all knotted up and squiggly? It won't go away. You don't have to settle on a career in college, no matter how much your parents nag. I chose Art because I didn't have a clue. It was something I liked, and I ended up enjoying all of my classes (except Algebra, but I never liked math).
Do what makes you happy, unless you eat gravel. You may need to consider getting help then.
