This is me, considering grad school

I know I am not alone. A whole generation of upper middle class children with the world at their knees. This is not a new idea, It's a coming of age far too late sort of tale. pushed through with every advantage one could have until, with the whole wide world at our feet we ask 'what now?'

I haven't lived a sheltered life, but a life motivated by ideals. As if it would all fall into place one day. But here I am, 23, with my life still in pieces. I have a good job, but not the kind of job you want to work forever. I could go to grad school but my grades are somewhat lacking and my motivation towards a future of uncertainty is waning fast.

I wasn't prepared for this. Perhaps something is broken inside of me, but I don't have any sort of idea what kind of future I want. I was raised to believe I was extraordinary and capable but I am not. I am one of many college graduates, sitting behind a desk, writing a blog that no one reads.