On Friday we held a tiny dinner for my birthday at S' place.
It's always nice to meet good old friends, especially the ones you wished you had all the time in the world to do everything with, the ones that make you cry with laughter, and the ones you can dream aloud with. I had such a good time! Right until we started to talk about, which is something we always do, about what each and every one of us will be doing in the future.
Everyone usually has some idea or at least a plan. That's when worrying keeps taking a grip on me. If I only had that. Or better: if only I could go back and chose my career all over again. Then, I guess, all of us think that sometimes. Even when we know what a complete waste of time it is. Don't you agree?
I have really done my fair share of worrying, self loathing and blaming that exhausts me. I'm so completely done with it. Whatever will be, will be. Whatever I'll do, I'll do it. And I'll make the best of it.