Happy feet, I've got those happy feet

I know I've been piling on the angst this week, and I was about to start adding some more to the heap... until I realised just how depressing it's all been. Believe it or not, I'm not as unhappy and I've probably been making myself out to be these past few days. Oh, I am still trying to work out what to do with my life, but that doesn't have to be a miserable process, even though I've cast it in that light.

There are endless possibilities before me (before all of us, when you stop and think about it). And yes, whilst I find it hard to deal with so many options, the simple fact is that it's infinitely better than having too few. I'm a reasonably capable fellow (more so that I will often give myself credit for), and I can turn my hand to a great many different tasks and succeed well enough. I've done so in the past and for once I have a modicum of confidence that I can do so again. Narrowing it down to something that I'll enjoy and find fulfilling is a little harder, but by no means impossible to achieve. There are jobs out there that I do consider "dream jobs" (and no, I'm not going to tell you what they are, before you ask). I may be hopelessly underqualified for a great many of them, but others... others I may not. I think the chance to succeed outweighs the risk of rejection.

Anyway, work is only one aspect of life and, though it may loom particularly large just now, it's not the most important. If the only thing I accomplish in life is getting the perfect job I'll have failed. If the only thing I accomplish in life is to keep the friends I have and build more friendships (relationships?) that are anywhere near as strong... well, that's a better measure of success in my book.