What's next? It's a question that plagues us all. It stalks us everywhere we go. People ask this question when someone finishes school, quits their job, moves into a new house, or even a new city. I feel like the only person who doesn't ask this question enough is the person going through the changes in their life. I think we all make decisions with plans of the outcome, or even just going by our gut feeling. I don't believe most of us really sit down and ask what's next?
I finished school under the impression that I would end up a public relations powerhouse. I would have this mid-twenties amazing lifestyle and travel the world. The "what's next" I never thought of? How would I pay my student loan? How come I wasn't entitled to receive this amazing salary that I had previously envisioned? All that aside, its still not those questions that plague my life.
My "what's next" is deciding what path I want to be on. Where will I call home or am I done furthering my education? People look at the schooling I do have and assume I'm a bit of an overachiever for not feeling accomplished enough, or successful enough. I get asked a lot if I think this degree, or that degree. Do I need to get my masters? If they aren't asking me questions about my school plans. I am filled with why do I want to move questions, or why would I consider moving to whatever place I may have mentioned in conversation.
We spend a lot of time worrying about other people and what they will do next. I suppose its human nature to be curious about others. If it wasn't, then we wouldn't have tabloid magazines, books, television shows or so called "reality TV". I don't understand all the questions to life, certainly I don't have the answers to my own life, but I do understand that I have to decide "what's next?"
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