Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Baby steps. Sometimes, that is all I can do. Maybe that is all I am supposed to do. Sometimes it is hard not to look at my life and feel a vague sense of disappointment. As a child, when I imagined my future, adult self, I sure didn't think that it would feel like this. I thought that I would have all of the answers, that I would question nothing and I actually imagined that I would just take for granted that things would be peaceful and as they were supposed to be. I was confident that being an adult looked just like that; confidence and knowing. But I don't know anything, really. And while I am mostly ok with that, the idea that as an adult, I would know things and wouldn't be living in a consistent state of mystery, was comforting.