Do you ever have one of those moments where you are just sitting alone or anywhere for that matter and are questioning what the hell you are doing with your life? If you are anything like me, you have them frequently.
I, personally, am having one of those right now and have been for the last month or so. I’m sitting here in my room with just a lamp on and noise in the background. I’m having an internal panic attack.
There are questions that continue to roll through my mind on repeat. I can’t help but to get tangled up in the web of possibilities and wonder what my life will turn out like. For instance I’m asking myself where I’m going with my job? I enjoy it, but do I want to wait even longer to move up or move on? Am I going to grad school for sure? If so, when and where? Will I move back home and feel trapped in a place where I want to belong but know I don’t? Will I move away from here?
Some of the questions I’ve been asking myself, I feel like I already know the answers to, but it’s the journey of getting there that is the unyielding surprise and joy of life. Lately, I’ve been constantly asking and praying for the courage and audacity to follow a path that is being laid one day at time because as we all know change can be scary, especially when we feel like we are facing it alone.
So I want you to know that you’re not. I’m happy to listen and be a support system for whatever you are going through and hope that you will extend your own ear to someone you needs it.
I would like to start a discussion. Talk about the challenges and changes that you’re currently facing whether it is here in the comments, with your friends and loved ones, or someone you never talked to before. Sometimes it’s the people you’d least expect to understand are the ones who can relate the most.
Until next time,
Amy
Amy Hardesty 
Amy, I felt the same way when I was your age. I had the opportunity to be an apprentice to 3 artists in New York City and I was terrified- but I did it anyway. It changed me forever. I loved the experience, but NYC was not my forever home.
I went back home with my parents, feeling trapped. Like you, I no longer fit into my hometown. I worked at a gas station and substitute taught during the day. When I had enough money saved, I moved to Vegas – which turned out to be my forever home. I love it here. I hope that you take every opportunity that comes your way until you find your forever home.
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