Does life gets worse than job applications? I don't think so.
I have been stuck for the past 3 hours on a very simple yet awfully complicated question: describe a personal project you are most proud of. So far my answer is along the lines of Hello my name is Léa, I'm 25 and I have done nothing with my life. Please give me a job. Then people get like: of course you've done things! You got into the college of your dreams and graduated. You got the internships you wanted. You did that Lord of the rings + The Hobbit marathon. You learned Photoshop, English, movie editing, HTML, knitting… pretty much by yourself. You traveled alone. You went everyday to the gym (for 4 months). You sort of kept this blog alive and more people keep coming to listen to your weird ramblings and see your knitted socks.
But let's be honest, all you think of is: yes that's nice but look at those thousand things I still haven't done! 15 year old me had BIG plans for the 25 years old me. Guess what? None of those plans have come true. But 15 years old me also dressed in black, wrote very depressing poetry and listened to a lot of Britney Spears. Not the wisest. So maybe I should stop listening to her. And make new plans.
The one thing I have learned this last couple of years is that: starting over is freaking hard. Especially when you don't know where to start. Won't stop me from trying though.
ps: I realize that post title includes the promise of socks. So here's one photo for you. I love walking barefoot just as much as I love knitting socks. Life, you're a funny one.