Today, once again, I looked at jobs online. Once again, I didn’t find anything and I was generally pissed off about it. How can it be that there isn’t a single thing that neither interested me or was qualified to do on Monster or any of the other job sites I was looking at?
It was then that it hit me, that I am so keen on getting out of my current job and doing something different, that I have no idea of what I want to do. I mean, I know what I would like to do, I’d like to try and see if I can make anything out of writing stuff. I just can’t see a way into doing it. And as time goes on, it seems harder and harder to try and find a way into it.
It’s strange, as at my stage of life, you should really know what you want in life, even have some of it. Truth is, I knew more of what I wanted at 25 than I do now at 35. Am I having a mid life crisis? I only thought that happened to fiftysomething blokes who buy a Harley and ditch their wife for someone thirty years younger.
In the meantime, I would really love to have a good night’s sleep at some point.