The All-Important Identity Crisis

It's that time of year (month/day/whatever) when I get a sudden, unfathomable sense of dread. I seem to get it every few months or seemingly at random, sometimes every other week or so. That time when I'm supposed to decide what I want to do FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. And the answer is always, "I have no idea. Stop asking me. You're freaking me out!"

I don't know if this is leftover lazy teenager syndrome (might be) or if I'm truly freaking out. What do I want to do with my life? I want to create, I know that much. Maybe Graphic Design, Interior Design, Writing, Filmmaking, the sky is the limit or something like that. Maybe I don't need to decide yet. I'm still a baby in the world's eyes. So why do I feel the overwhelming urge to make a decision now? Why do I have a now-or-never, do-or-die attitude? Why can't I just, chillax?