That’s not the most pleasant realization you could come to, but it is interesting nonetheless. I’ve been reading a lot the past few days, and reading always gets me thinking. This leads to questioning things, which is very healthy in my book.
I’m thinking thoughts like: Is my focus where it should be? Am I working on, and with, the things I truly want? What’s working out for me, and what am I doing to remedy the things that aren’t?
Am I doing it wrong?
These are not moments of doubt, but of contemplation. I treasure them, because they are constructive and interesting, leaving me elated and hopeful.
It’s better to know about all the hard work you have in front of you, to see the road ahead if you will, than to just trod along in uncertainty.
Maybe that means I’m doing it right?