I should preface this by admitting that I haven't actually read Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar which this painting is based on. I found the famous fig tree analogy excerpt on Pinterest years ago and it's stuck with me ever since. I am a Pinterest slut through and through.

I am often overwhelmed with all the different figs in front of me. I don't know if I want to travel or start settling down. I don't know where I want to settle down. I don't know if I should pursue art with the goal of being a full time artist or go on some other creative endeavor. I don't know if I should continue in the field of data science and pursue a more traditional career. Should I go back to school and become an art therapist? What even is an art therapist? What about physiotherapy? Should I just stop thinking about it and start having fun and being present? What will set me up for fulfillment when I'm 40? What fulfills me right now?

The options, while I know are a privilege, are paralyzing. This is my fig tree.