Yesterday my mom asked me about my plans in relation to a storage unit we're sharing, and in that moment it was just so clear to me that I have none. When you approach life in a day-to-day fashion, thinking ahead becomes so foreign. 5 years from now is as hard to predict as five weeks from now.
It was never something I was much good at; setting life goals beyond college just wasn't something I did. Wanting a master's degree was as far as it went, so completing my MFA was perfect since it's a terminal degree*. I sort of morbidly didn't expect to be around still this many years later.
So what next? What effort will I be willing to commit myself to? I have no idea. I'm both envious and annoyed by people with a sense of a life's mission for themselves or pursuits they care enough about to endure the frustrating along the way.
*There's no degree higher than it for that field of study.
tags: musings, life+goals