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Life direction.. Or lack of!

I'm in a funny mood right now, where my brain feels kind of 'fuzzy' and a little bit lost and I don't know why. It is a strange feeling but not a feeling I can quite put my finger on. I feel like writing a blog post as I'm hoping it'll help me sort my thoughts out a little bit. I realise I had a bit of a 'thinking and lost' post a little while ago, but hey, it worked for a little while! No pictures today, just a rambly one.. So fingers crossed, here goes!

I have spent a lot of today thinking about the future, in particular my career path, and the more I think about it, the more muddled I get. I'm quickly approaching the end of my degree yet I'm no closer to approaching knowing exactly what I want to do... I have no answer to the question 'So what are you going to do when you finish?' Absolutely none. I don't know.

Is winging it okay?

I was never a kid who knew exactly what I wanted to do. For a long time I remember wanting to be a princess mermaid, probably as a result of watching The Little Mermaid but as a grew older I realised that that isn't really an ideal career path for myself.

Over the years of high school in particular I swapped my career of choice on a somewhat regular basis. I remember deciding that I wanted to be a physiotherapist, an obstetrician/gynaecologist, a neonatal surgeon (I had been on a Grey's Anatomy binge, okay?!), an architect, an interior designer/decorator, a professional dancer, a civil engineer... the list goes on. While I find all of those things interesting, I feel like none of them are my passion.

I love singing, and I love performing but I have never had any desire to make that my career. To me it is a very enjoyable hobby, and something I'd like to do my very best to prevent becoming a chore. It is refreshing to be able to sit down at my keyboard or pick up my guitar and get lost in music again when I am stressed, even when they have had a few months of neglect.

So right now I am plugging away at my maths degree and hoping that an epiphany will smack me in the face (nicely!) somewhere along the way.

Does anybody really know what they want to do at 21?

Not me!

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