Well, it was a wonderful day but I didn't spend much of any energy thinking about the future. Paralysis sets in, of "well, where do I start?" and "can I really just pick up and spend two to three weeks on the Isle of Man?" which is what I did yesterday when I went for a run.
Or is it just a horrible stage that starts in the late twenties and lasts through the 30s?
Perhaps so. Some people seem to know what they want to do, and then there's me, who continually flounders. You'd think that for somebody like me who is willing to spend such an inordinate amount of time writing, that I'd take some of that time to actually look at different programs, jobs, etc. Maybe I'll allot an hour or two to do that on Friday, and then I'll feel I've accomplished something. Besides just writing fanfiction. There's also that recent article on visiting the Isle of Man that was in the NY Times recently. I can see when their off season starts. ;)
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Or is it just a horrible stage that starts in the late twenties and lasts through the 30s?
Perhaps so. Some people seem to know what they want to do, and then there's me, who continually flounders. You'd think that for somebody like me who is willing to spend such an inordinate amount of time writing, that I'd take some of that time to actually look at different programs, jobs, etc. Maybe I'll allot an hour or two to do that on Friday, and then I'll feel I've accomplished something. Besides just writing fanfiction. There's also that recent article on visiting the Isle of Man that was in the NY Times recently. I can see when their off season starts. ;)