Riding the Endless Treadmill

So, as often happens, I got to looking about at my circumstances. And heaven help me, I haven't caught myself treading water like this in YEARS. I work a job that eats up enough time to sap my energy, and pays just enough to make me feel like it's worthwhile... while I live with my parents in a perpetual cycle of work (which pays plenty for a freeloader but would probably be difficult to live on) and slacking. If there's a light at the end of this particular tunnel, I fear it's simply a train called "Reality" coming the other way, and I'm certainly too damned blinkered to do anything as rational as getting out of its path. Not rightly sure what I propose to do about it, either- the last time I boldly and impetuously moved out and abroad, I did it without having a fucking clue what I was doing, and the ensuing debt rode me like a fucking spastic jockey for the better part of seven years. Now? Now I KNOW I haven't got a clue, and it's paralyzing. Once bitten, twice shy, and all of that. I'm petrified to make a move without having something stable to land on, and that won't happen as long as I'm slinging pizza 28 hours a week. I need to develop some ambition. Of course, at 30 years of age, it's a little late to start cultivating basic impulses...