The existential crisis continues. The one in which I have no idea what I want to do but plenty ideas of what I don’t want to do.
This is a problem for several reasons, one of which Mitchell pointed out to me so poignantly the other day over Pizza Hut. You can’t work toward something you don’t want to do. For instance, I REALLY don’t want to work. A.) That’s wildly unrealistic. B.) Can you work toward not doing something? I guess theoretically you could. But it seems a little like a drag. There’s no fruit at the end of laboring toward nothing. Yes, I could “work” toward not working, but then what? I’m not working….and that’s that.
This I did not realize until Mitch pointed it out. Rather than working toward what you DON’T want to do, why not work toward what you DO want to do?
BAM. Mind blown.
It seems so simple, but it’s true. And it’s something that I overlooked in my total deb downer state of look at me, I’m a total baby.
I don’t know what it is that I DO want quite yet. I’ve been chasing that enigma so familiar to twenty somethings for quite some time. But it’s at least got me to thinkin’ goddamnit. And that’s something I can live with.
In the meantime, here are some photos of my nieces and nephews and ducks. It’s a good time.