I feel like I’m drowning. This suffocation knows no bounds. The sickness in my stomach never goes away and I lay awake at night worrying about the future. My future. Where do I go from here? What do I do next? What is the grand plan?
I don’t know. That’s what scares me. I have no plan, no direction. Wondering along a path and not knowing where it leads. Not knowing the ending. Maybe that’s supposed to be the fun part…finding out the end by having adventures along the way. Exploring different avenues and options. But all the while I’m just making it up as I go along. I’m guessing. I’m winging it.