I always knew I’d go to college. Even though very few people in my extended family had taken that route, I knew I wouldn’t entertain any other options after high school. I’d go to college and obtain a quality education that would lead me to a career. It was very important to my mother that we be able to take care of ourselves. Hopefully we’d have a partner with whom to go through life but you never know. The unexpected certainly happens.
So I went to college and then grad school. I’ve had several jobs, each building on the last. I’ve finally reached a point where I can rest for awhile. And, better yet, I actually enjoy my job and am proud of the company. This past weekend people were all talking about how they disliked their job and/or their boss and/or their salary. I really had nothing to contribute. I’ve been that person but made the decision to do something about it and did.
I also worked hard to own my own home. I’ve worked two jobs at a time. I’ve paid off debt. I’ve worked hard. Now I’m living the dream—complete with sore muscles, paint-stained clothing, and fingernails that look like a mechanic’s. And that couldn’t make me happier.
Now I’m feeling sort of directionless. I had a list and I’ve crossed things off of it. What I need now is a new list. It just feels like I’ve been so busy with other things I haven’t put much thought into what I want now. It’s a weird feeling to have when you consider yourself a productive person. So that’s what I need to do…take some time out and think on it.
What would you want to do in life if there were no obstacles in your way?