Like a Little Lost Lamb…

Just a little blog post to brain fart a few recent thoughts…

I feel like a little lost lamb who can’t find their mum and I think it’s because it’s finally hit me that I’ve finished uni and I am in the big bad world with no clue which road to take. A job? Goals? A career? No clue! Not the foggiest! I currently have no clue and that scares me to death. I’ve always known what I wanted to do next and now I am here I keep freaking out. I am managing to mostly keep the panic at bay but it is still very much there!! It’s difficult I’m trying bit to worry myself and panic as that does help me or the situation.

I know friends and family are trying to help and guide me but it’s kind of the last thing I want to hear right now. Like I walked downstairs last week and they showed me 5 possible jobs I had no interest in!! I know they just care.

On the plus side life is pretty cool at the moment! I feel so much better for being out of the city and back in the country fields. Also my blog stats are going crazy this week so thanks for the views and comments. I never really put out there that I write a blg as I know people are very judgmental about things like this but I am glad to see people are viewing and interacting with it!

Thank for reading another panicked brain fart blog.

Little Mayfly x

One thought on “Like a Little Lost Lamb…

  1. “Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
    The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.”

    Courtesy The Sunscreen Song.

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