I’m 34 years old and feel more confused about the purpose and direction of my life now more than ever. I always thought that by this point I’d be “living the dream” in my big house, white picket fence and “perfect” family/ life.
In a lot of ways I have achieved the dream, but I lost it. Maybe that’s the most confusing part. First, realizing I never really felt like I had that even if I did. Second, wondering if I’ll ever feel I’ve achieved it again, assuming I do.

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