Right now I'm listening to the wisdom of Lauryn Hill through headphones and thinking about what these next few years hold for me. I'm not sure what sort of career I want. I'd like to leave and move somewhere else, but I am ever afraid that I don't know how. Well, I DON'T know how. There's a lot of things about life that I don't know.
Then again, this could be true of everyone. You can learn through experience, but I keep expecting some book to land in my lap, the answer to all my questions.
I am consumed by my self-doubt. And this whole time, I know it. I am quite self-aware, yes. I am. I usually know how stupid I am, if not in that moment, moments later. So gifted am I in self-consiousness that my life is filled with regret.
Self, self, self.
Tomorrow is Sunday. Outside of self day.
Posted by joan at January 11, 2003 08:23 PM