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Know.
What.
You.
Want.
Those words make me want to light every self-help book on fire, crawl in a ball next to it, and roast marshmallows.
As if formulating a plan is so easy that you should have walked out of the womb with one. As if figuring out what you want is the most nonchalant thing you can be doing today.
“Hey there, just go craft a complete life vision for yourself and then follow my 7 steps to success!”
It just isn’t that easy people. I’m tellin’ ya.
I didn’t have a semblance of a clue of what I wanted from life for 25.5 years despite putting in every effort to figure it out.
And so I did what any rational, priveleged young person would do: I lied about wanting to be a lawyer for over a decade just to get advisors, professors, parents, and intrusive strangers off my back.
I set myself up, after refusing to take the LSAT and graduating, to be entirely lost. I changed jobs three times in three years. I even developed this sort of existential insomnia for a while. I listened to hours upon hours of podcasts and read hundreds of books in areas of philosophy, self-help, psychology, etc.
