Everyone is totally winging it

I absolutely do not have my shit together. Every day is a constant struggle to stave off the impending threat of an existential meltdown. I am perpetually fighting the feeling that I am not x, y or z enough, for practically every combination of those three letters. Somedays, it really gets me down.

Today, I read this wonderful, uplifting (and short, in case you were getting worried) article from 2014 in The Guardian, entitled 'Everyone is totally just winging it, all the time'. It is an idea that on some level, of course I know, and I think everybody knows, we are just exceptionally bad at remembering it.

Nobody knows if they are on the 'right' career path, if their current relationship is the One (with a capital 'O'), or if and when they might meet the One, if they should go back to school, drop out of school, persevere with school, start a school. Nobody is completely content with their relationships, with the way they look, with their job, or with their life.

BUT you fuckers try so hard to pretend like you are on top of all of that shit. And it makes everyone around you believe it, and feel like they should be cruising down life's highway too. But they're not, their engine's spluttering, there's smoke coming out of the hood and they're 90% sure that smell is burning. Please, please can we collectively agree to drop this facade. Yes, I know it will be difficult, that it is deeply ingrained, and you are scared. But we've got to stop this, before we're all fucking miserable, despite posting smiling selfies with 'live laugh love' captions.

Your move.