It’s Tuesday, and I’m tired

For my first post, I suppose I’ll just follow the prompt and “tell my story.” Although, it would take awhile to catch you up on the first 21 years of my life, so I’ll sum it up.

I don’t know what I want to be. I don’t know where I want to live. And, if we’re being completely honest, I don’t even know what I want to have for dinner tonight.

Now, some may say those are problems — “You need a plan..” “Think about your future…” — but to that I say, you’re wrong.

I have plans — I plan to wake up tomorrow. I plan to be successful. I plan to be happy. So what more do I need?

Sure, a career would be nice, but I’ve always been the kind of person who assumes that good things don’t always need to be sought out. Whether you agree with that or not, I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and I’ll end up right where I’m supposed to be.

So what do I want to be? No idea.

Where do I want to live? No clue.

What am I having for dinner tonight? Well…something I hope, but again, who knows.

My story, although two decades deep, has not even begun. This has all been the prologue, and chapter one is peaking over the horizon.

I am not lost, I just don’t know where I am yet.

Oh, and by the way, it’s Tuesday, and I’m tired.

Thanks for reading.