I am frustrated today.

Frustrated with the falling US economy because I am not sure now what it means for my future.

Frustrated that there are half a million kids in Somalia who may die because they don’t have enough food and all we can talk about is pensions and 401Ks and elections.

I am also frustrated with the rioters in Great Britain. I get that people are angry, I really get it, but channel your rage into positive action. Hold a sign. Don’t burn down someone’s business.

Also, banning social networking because of this is a fine example of dumbassery. People still use telephones. They will find a way to get in touch with other rioters. Sure, maybe it’s not “meet me at Trafalgar square” for some riot action but I am positive that the riot wasn’t caused by social networking.

I am also frustrated because I don’t know what to do with the rest of my life. I’ve run through my bucket list. I have no aspirations to be the next Madonna.  I made myself a writer and now I have to decide if I want to be a mother, a role that seems confusing and really, really hard.

I have always been pulled by invisible strings – I have always just known what I was supposed to do and it all managed to work itself out.

And now I am holding a broken compass in this French-speaking city, not knowing where to turn.

I have no clue what direction to go in, whether I want to live in Bhutan for a year or in a culdusac in a bland suburb. I don’t where to take my career.

I know, in the grand scheme of things, it all seems so trivial. These are top of the hierarchy of needs problems. Right now, I will walk the city with my headphones on and eat some feel-good gelato.