Honestly, I have no clue. As much as I’d like to believe I know exactly where I’m headed and what I want to happen, the truth is that all I can really do is try. Whether those attempts succeed or not isn’t always in my hands. What I can do is trust that—even after the inevitable failures and rejections—I’ll eventually find myself in a place where I can say, “Yes, this is where I want to be,” and feel content staying there, whether for a season or for a lifetime.
Right now, I’m grateful. My life is stable, I have the freedom to travel, enjoy the things I love, and pick myself up whenever life gets tough. But at the same time, I can’t help but feel there’s more waiting for me—something beyond what I’m doing now. Perhaps that’s why I find myself wrestling with these internal questions. Maybe it’s a sign that I’m ready for change, ready to step into something more challenging.
I want to be somewhere I feel purposeful, where I’m always learning, growing, and fulfilling something meaningful. And if my plans keep shifting along the way, that’s alright. At least it means I’m moving forward, not staying still.
So, where do I go from here? It’s a vague question, but I think it matters. Hopefully, towards something better, something more meaningful, and something that feels truly right.