The overwhelming feeling that my whole life path is a mistake is creeping back on me. Where did I go wrong? How did I manage to screw my life up this bad? I know part of that sinking feeling is just that I'm coming up on that time of month. But just part of it. I thought by the time I hit 40, I'd have a pretty good idea of where I was going and where I wanted to be. The fact is, I've got less of a clue now than I have at any point in my life. Is it that nagging notion that I'd better hurry up and figure this out getting the best of me? I don't know. I had a thought recently that really freaked me out. If I've only got the same amount of time left on this planet that my mom had, I've only got 11 years left. See, she died right before her 51st birthday. All I do know is that I have never felt this worthless, confused, hopeless or frustrated in my entire life. It's hard to keep telling yourself you're smart and talented when you've been trying to find a job for over six months and nobody will give you a chance.
As usual, I found drawing by Hugh MacLeod of Gaping Void that depict exactly what I'm feeling right now:
As usual, I found drawing by Hugh MacLeod of Gaping Void that depict exactly what I'm feeling right now:
Name: LaDonna
