If you haven’t noticed from my lack of posting over the past couple of weeks, I’m stuck in a very deep rut right now. There are a lot of thing in my life that I’d like to change up, and while I’ve tried out a few different hobbies and directions, nothing is really sticking for me right now.
I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time looking around the internet for ways to get out of a rut, but I have yet to come up with a solution that works for me. So much of it says to just make the change, take the leap, or push my comfort zone. Those would all be great advice if I had any idea what I want to be doing. It’s like there are green sprouts shooting out from the dirt all around my little tire-track rut, but I can’t grab onto any of them if I can’t get my hands over the edge.
Being in your twenties is such a weird time. Yes, I graduated college, have a “grown-up” job, got married, and got a dog, but I still do not have a solid plan in place for my life. At this age, I could move across the country, or pursue a completely new career path, or learn and master a new skill. I’m moving through adulthood, but I still have so much time to change everything, if I want to.
I know, that sounds amazing. The world is my oyster. The day is mine to seize. The nacho cheese has not yet made the tortilla chips soggy. All that stuff.
The problem is that when anything is possible, how do you narrow down what to try? Do I want to go back to school? What would I go for? What if I finish and don’t end up wanting to do that? Do I want to try to pursue something on my own? What if it sucks? What if hate being in charge? Do I want to take on more hobbies? Do I want more free-time? Should I join an intermural team? Do I really want other people to know how much I suck at sports?
I know what everyone would tell me. Just pick something and if it doesn’t work out, then move on to something else. That’s easy for someone who is not in a rut to say. My fear is that I’ll pull myself out of one rut, only to fall into another. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe life is just a series of ruts. An endless cycle of feeling bored, not bored, and then bored again.
I don’t know. This is the part of the post where I normally offer helpful advice or a nice little wrap-up of how we all go through this and there’s light on the horizon, but I got nothing. This post is as unhelpful as my life planning skills. Luckily, my rut gets Wi-Fi, so I’ll keep you updated if I have any big revelations.