You want to know something? I don’t know what I’m doing.
Just about every day I ask myself twenty, thirty, fifty times, “What do I want to do? Where do I want to go?”
Sometimes that means what will I write. Other times, it’s where I want to live. Or work. Or play. And I can never answer in the long term.
There are times I feel guilty writing this blog because someone could read it. And, feeling the effects of impostor syndrome, I feel that the reader could have spent time reading something more valuable.
Yes, I try to provide value here. Tips I’ve found helpful, or stories I wanted to share. Places and things that were meaningful to me, or insights I’ve come across. But at the end of the day, it’s just me and my computer. or my notebook, and I don’t have a clue.
Thing is, no one does. Some people make more money or lead what we would call interesting lives. But they are just as lost as the rest of us, searching for answers in their own way.
I write here to practice writing. I write here to be present with something. I write here because it forces me to pay attention to the world so that I have something to write about.
But the hardest things to write are those things hit close to home. Admitting that I don’t know what I’m doing. Saying to myself, and whoever’s reading this, that it’s okay. It’s okay to not know. We’re not meant to know all the answers. It’s the journey that’s important, not the destination.