Last Friday was a holiday. So I had an extended weekend, as they say.
I didn’t have any big tasks to work on for the weekend. So I found myself asking a thousand and one questions.
Going three days without having anything substantial to work on made me question my purpose. My purpose in life. My goals, my ambitions.
Not only as a person, but also professionally.
Honestly, I haven’t felt so lost in a long time. Disoriented. I remember sitting in front of my computer for minutes on Saturdays, my eyes wide open. Not really knowing what to do.
I hate feeling like that, a lot.
Then maybe it’s normal to have these whiteout moves when you’re in your early 20s. ????.