There comes a time in a young adult’s life when schooling is over, some semblance of a career has most likely begun and it seems as though the independence and prosperity that one looks forward to is finally within reach.
And then, without fail, a terrifying reality becomes clear: you don’t know who you are or what you’re doing with your life.
How do I know this? Well, I, personally, have recently arrived at that very conclusion. It’s simultaneously the most liberating and terrifying thought one could have.
It’s terrifying, obviously, because how do you set out to find answers to such things? My personal method right now is trial and error. I figure, I’ll rule out doing the things I dislike after trying them and find out what I enjoy and gravitate towards by having, you know, fun. For example, I don’t like having to memorize things, but I do like very fuzzy blankets. Therefore, I am not going to pursue a career in botany but I will definitely pursue coziness. But hey, my method may not be the most efficient, so I’m always open to other options. I’m looking at you, scientific methodologists!
On the other hand, though, it’s very freeing to consider that since I’ve admitted to myself that I don’t know anything, I don’t feel like I need to know anything. Sure, I still want to know things. That’s why I read books and listen to NPR. But it’s nice to feel like I don’t need to worry about what I’ll be doing in a year, or a few years. The things I’m doing now are still shaping who I am and since those things include many periods of being tucked under blankets, I may be destined to be a mattress and bedding salesperson after all.