Fear of floating

I have a fear of floating.

What I mean by that is, I am afraid of living a selfishly safe life that never makes an impact.

I’m worried instead of doing anything meaningful, I will float like a magnet between two poles. Maybe I never commit myself fully to any one thing, a part of me always holding back for fear of fucking up, or maybe I’m not strong enough to break free of the hold of the opposite pole, always wanting the safety net of perhaps choosing one over the other. Either way, I know I don’t want to get stuck in the middle.

I think that’s all I want to say about it right now. Maybe later, I’ll talk about how millennials have a weird need to be fulfilled in their jobs and in life, and where that stems from, (is it for the likes or for personal growth?), and also how social media makes me feel like everyone around me is changing the world while I watch them do it from my bed. (What a weird phenomenon. Obviously we all do it, does it make all of us feel shitty? I’m pretty sure it does.)

Feeling like we’re all a little fucked right now, and resolving to work a little harder on being braver. Goodnight xo.

A writer with depression, what else is new. Passionate about feminism, and making the world a better place.

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