Today I'm going to embellish on my response to an awesome post by Tami, which begs the question, "What do you want to do with your life?"
If I had a dollar for every time I asked myself this question, or somebody else asked me for that matter, I wouldn't need a job. I would say "peace out!" and fast-foward to my awesome Maui life. But as it is, curiosity isn't currency.
Confession: I went to college because that's what I thought you were supposed to do. I mean, that's what society tells us, right? Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I don't value my degree, per say. I'm just saying if I could I would go back and do things differently. Whether that means picking a different major, or not going at all, I'm not really sure. All I can say is I'm not where I thought I'd be (wherever that was), and certainly not where I'd like to be.
But where do I want to be? That's the million dollar question.
I admire so many of my best friends who have found what they're passionate about: a social worker, a nurse, an interior designer, a teacher, an entrepreneur, a wedding planner, a stay at home mom. My father and husband are soldiers. My brother is studying to be a behavioral phsychologist for God's sake! Some of them just knew that's what they were meant to do. Others just came to it through time and experience.
I guess I'm still waiting for the right time, the right experience, for the little voice that will let me know, this is it! This is what you're supposed to do.
Or maybe the little voice has been yelling at me all along and I've been afraid to hear it out.
I've always wanted to be a writer, ever since I was little. But I managed to convince myself that writing wasn't a "real job", that my chances of success are one in a million. I put the idea to bed because I was scared I wasn't good enough. I guess I just never had enough faith in myself to pursue something I really love.
Every once and a while I'd dare to wonder, "Why not me?" and finally got the courage to start this blog. It may not ever be a career, but at the very least I can say I finally put myself out there, which is scary as hell.
I think writing at all, even if it's just blogging for fun, is a step in the right direction. Like I mentioned in this post, it gives me a sense of purpose. Maybe one day I'll even work up the nerve to write an actual book. But for now it's enough that I feel like more than "just a receptionist."
Much love to ya,
