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Do you not know what to do, too?
When someone asks me what I want to do I get really scared. I feel like lately, I’ve been living in a very ambiguous space between caring too much about my path and too little. Trusting my God by doing everything one day and nothing the next. I don’t know what’s right - I don’t know how much I should analyze my past to prepare for my future. What if I want to be radical?
Senior year has me questioning, quite literally, who I am.
What I can’t live without and what I can.
What I care more about and where it is.
Do I even like the things I’ve done for so long? Or are they what I love to do because I’ve done them for so long?
Is it better to be comfortable or not?
What have I been blindly influenced by and never questioned before?
Is now the time to question?
I wrote down a laundry list of things I want in a career and it was mindless. It was what I expected myself to write down. And I think I’m rising up to the fact that not knowing what to do is the launchpad I might have been looking for - as a sign to jump and figure it out.
I’m so happy with life right now. I have no clue what’s coming or where I’m going. But for now, I don’t know.
All I know is: I don’t know. Is this what freedom feels like?
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing and reading and all the storytelling things since I learned as a kid that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.