Every few months, I have this
feeling: What am I doing with my life? Sure, I’m a travel writer. Sure, I have
a darn good job that most people dream of. Sure, I’m going places. But, what
next? Usually during these few days, I sign up for more courses on Coursera,
try to go back to learning ASL, or think of joining a dance school (as a
student, of course). And then it passes until it comes back again. The feeling
that says I have to go somewhere, do something. Life’s running out and I’m not
walking fast enough to catch up. There’s more to it; there has to be.
But what?
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