Letterstomylife

There’s no right way to introduce myself. Most introductions go, ” Hi, my name is so and so, I’m 29 years old and work in design, I grew up in dash, and so on.” The thing is, none of that matters, because quite frankly, I have no idea who I am other than lost. I think, or I remember myself 10 years ago, and I was so full of life and ambition and this sense of self-righteousness in the fact that I was going to change the world. Fast forward to 2026, and I feel more lost than I ever have. It’s hard to place why I feel this way because i finally have a stable job, granted i don’t enjoy it, and a monkey could literally do it, but it’s steady, and i make decent money, which leads me to my second point of being finally independent of my parents, mostly my dad, who is just insane, and that’s me being somber. I live in New York City with friends, and I’m in what has to be one of the healthiest relationships of my life with a man who brings a smile to my face every day. There is so much good in my life right now, but I can’t help but feel like I’m not enjoying it the right way or something is missing. I lost my way, and my drive, and I need to look inward a little and figure out why everything feels so numb. I miss having hobbies and being excited for things. I want to do some good. Lately, I’ve been thinking about my karma a lot, and I’m worried my good-to-bad ratio is at a neutral, like that show, Drop Dead Diva. I haven’t done enough good or bad to tip the scales either way. I used to love to write, so I’m embarking on a 100-day project, where I will write on my blog every day for 100 days and see what pours out of me. I’m not giving myself a structure or a subject or deadlines, I just need to write whatever pours out of me and then 100 days later, we’ll see how I feel.