And so my sister begins her career. A nightime trip into the William Anglis to watch her first birth.
I marvel yet again at the contrast of our lives.
One womb. Similar life experience and yet here we are. She with a career relatively fixed, a relationship with a man she loves which will no doubt progress into marriage and then babies and then grandchildren. And me. No Iâ€™m not jealous. I am fractionally confused. I have no career path, I have no relationship, and I have no idea really where my life is going.
I donâ€™t know what Iâ€™ll do with myself beyond uni. I donâ€™t know if this is even where my real ability lies. I cannot however hard I try, see myself in a nine-to-five job as I cannot see what kind of job that would be.
What is with being the one who likes having goals, being planned? And having no footing there whatsoever.
Trust. How can you do good in the world if you canâ€™t find a need that you can meet? If you are waiting for one to fall into your lap because you donâ€™t know any other way.
I am not concerned about the future. I am concerned about the now. What am I doing with my life right now? What moments do we waste sitting around waiting for tomorrow?