I am at the point in my relationship with myself that I realized: I have basically no idea who I am or what I want. Everytime I ask myself:”What should I do?” or “How do I see my future?”, the automatic response is “I don’t know.”
I then move on to other thoughts that involve other people or my ex, or some other train of thought instead of trying to delve deeper to ‘find myself’. Must I travel to Europe and ‘find myself’ on a backpacking tour or could I search and ‘find myself’ sitting in relative comfort of the living room sofa?
Is my biggest fear that I won’t like what I find? Couldn’t I plastic surgery my way to a personality that I wanted? I read books in hopes of discovering that this is me! This author totally knows me and now I can stop searching for the answers to all the questions I ask myself, about myself. News flash: hasn’t happened. So far…
So in the meantime, I am still searching.
Is it the journey and not the destination?
I need answers!