I (25f) constantly feel in fear that I am running out of time. 

The number of options and routes to take in life scare me instead of exciting me. I have just been offered a pretty good promotion at work which I have worked really hard for, yet two weeks ago I was set on moving to another country to start afresh - or at least give living abroad a go. It's like my brain wants to be spontaneous but my sensible side holds me back. I don't want to regret what I choose not to do, but I also don't want to regret pursuing current opportunities e.g. the promotion. 

I have recently come out of a 3-year relationship and I can't see myself wanting to be in one again for quite a while, or feeling the urge to get married or have children, which makes me feel like an anomaly. 

The thought of going to another country and reinventing myself really tempts me but scares me at the same time.

It reminds me of the Sylvia Plath fig tree quote. 

This is a bit of a jumble and I know if anyone my age came to me with the same worries I would say they are absolutely not running out of time and are still so young to decide all of this, but I can't follow my own philosophy for some reason. I wish I didn't feel like every decision has to be so final.