I doubt myself often but not in the simplest of senses. I have come to accept that is okay to be unsure. Not of who I am but where I am going and even what I want. I want a lot. I see so many roads in front of me but when I try to envision where I am going with my life a haze nestles in a mutes my forsight. It would be nice to think I could settle on one road and it would take me to some blissful future. But (as ever, there is always a but) I am left witless as to a direction and again doubting what tomarrow will be made of. And the list of wants grows daily making it even harder to narrow the many winding roads.