Angst and Questions
When I turned 30, it was like a switch had flipped. The angst of my 20s were gone. I knew who I was and stopped apologizing for it. The pesky “Who am I? What am I supposed to do with my life?” questions were answered. Life was good and the future was brighter than ever before. Photo with my besties from my 30th birthday party Fast forward a few years and Bam! I feel like I’m back in the same place again. I am angsty and questioning my identity…again. It feels different this time, but frustrating nonetheless. It’s like the ground I worked so hard to gain is slipping under my feet. Like I’m on a treadmill that’s going too fast and I keep falling back to the end of the belt, about to fall off. There is a lot that factors into this season – some life changes. Some unmet expectations. Dreams that haven’t been fulfilled. Sorry I won’t be more specific, but I’m honestly not comfortable voicing these tender things to the world. My guess is you can relate. So what do we do? Is