Why in the world am I writing a blog? I would love to say that I had some grand master plan, or some pompous philosophical reason. In reality, it was for entirely selfish reasons. I was at a point in my life where I felt completely a drift with no idea what I was going to do. It felt like I was drowning and this was my way of throwing myself a life line.
I am not very good at talking about personal things. Maybe it was because I was raised Irish Catholic, we don’t talk about our problems we just shove them down deep and die at 40. Maybe it just comes from not being a good communicator, I’ll say this for my mom I do get it from my dad. One thing I am pretty good at is writing. I really enjoy writing, and though maybe if i just wrote down everything that happened I could make since of how my life took this path. Where I should go next.
Funnily enough, it has helped. even if no one but myself ever reads these words, it has given me a purpose. something to do everyday. But also, though this is very unlikely, maybe someone out there in the world feels lost. Maybe they will find this blog and read it. And just maybe, it will make them feel a little less alone.
What do you do when you have no idea where your life is going?
If you have the answer, let me know?