I'll admit that I'm jealous of people who have always known what they wanted to do with their life, who had a "calling". Or people who, on purpose or accident, took a hobby and made a living out of it (even if it was just part time).
I've never really known what I wanted to do with my life. Actually that's not true. I always wanted to be an archaeologist and then an Egyptian physical anthropologist. But I quickly realized that definitely was a hobby-type interest, not a possible career-type passion.
But of course how can one "do" their passion if they don't have a passion?! So I've been spending time trying to find mine. Because here's the rub - I don't have one. Or at least not consciously. I understand this is not an overnight process. But I'm very impatient. And I'm getting very sick of 160+ inches of winter snow (but thankfully Mother Nature must understand that I need a break while trying to discover myself and gave me a reprieve this winter. Thank you very much Mummy Nat.)
In addition to slooowly working my way through "What Color is Your Parachute" I'm also :
- continuing my piano lessons
- currently in the middle of an 8-week creative writing class (I'm not a writer so I thought this would be a brain boost for me)
- taking ballroom dance lessons with the hubby
I guess I'd sum it up by saying that I'm doing some soul-searching. But that sounds cliche. I'm not trying to find my soul. I'm trying to find something that will lead me to a career that is fulfilling. One where I can actively contribute and use skills I've acquired over the years - and learn news ones! (ok, that last bit might have been laced with a wee bit of sarcasm...)
I will continue to explore and hopefully find a door I want to open or that will open for me. I guess you never know where you might find the answer.
