The hubster said to me the other day (after one of my long ramblings about my life) that I was trying to find myself. I guess he’s right. I think I have a sense of my personality and the person I want to be. I don’t know where exactly I am right now, though. Therefore, I am not sure where I am going. I get anxious when I don’t have a plan or at least have an idea. Maybe it’s a control issue… maybe it’s phobia of failing…. maybe I’m guilty of seeing the success of other people and wanting it… maybe I’m overseeing something… maybe it’s not my time… maybe… maybe… maybe. I’m very conflicted. I’m sure this is making it worse, you know. Having this mess of thoughts inside my head all the time is really sucking up my happiness and peace. What to do? What to do?
