Here I am again, questioning all the choices I've made in life. Questioning my motivation for those choices. Questioning what to do next.
Questions, questions, questions.
The problem with asking yourself these questions is you don't always want an honest answer.
Instead of answering the questions you start analysing why you're asking them.
Maybe I'm projecting.
Maybe everything is fine and I'm just looking for problems.
Maybe it isn't and I'm looking for reasons to sweep everything under that massive rug we seem to own.
Is this self sabotage, or is ignoring it?
