Hangin' in There

Today, more than usual, I've been flip-flopping between different possible future Adams. I walk to the bathroom thinking that I'll become a teacher in a third-world country, in the bathroom decide to be a lawyer and walk out hoping to be a marine biologist in Australia.  It's frustrating to never have a  steady point to work toward and I'm envious of my friends who do have that - friends who have steadily worked toward lives and have been building all along. I'm just laying a million foundations and never going further, wasting my energy and eliminating possibilities all the while - sort of like in the Bell Jar when the main character sees all the figs, her dreams, fall around her because she could not focus on reaching a single one.  I want to build something, to be more than entry-level - I just can't focus.  I guess whatever I'm doing is better than spending 30 years in a profession I don't like, of course, it may be a minute before I have a house and car.

Below is me hangin' in there...