In the Throes of Indignation

I'm in the middle of an existential crisis.

My dream since a young child has been to be a writer--it's where my passions lie.

But, at some point, did my dream get thrown by the wayside and fizzle without me realizing it?

Writing is still what I want to do with my life, but as I age, is it just wanderlust?

Do I have to be an adult and SETTLE for what my life has become? Should I reevaluate my goals, even if I'm not happy?

My heart says no, but my brain has been wondering if I can't force myself to be happy making goals for another career path because, well, money.

Money.

Money, you rule the world; I refuse to let you rule me.

Game on.