Blah, blah, blah. I have been writing this post for almost a week and I have just scrapped everything that I had written. Suffice it to say, I sounded way too whiny. Who wants to hear about my artist's block and pre mid-life crisis? Nobody, that's who.
The long-winded point that I was trying to get to in the first place, is that finding yourself and where you want to be in life sure feels like an aimless journey. And that perhaps if I could only nail down what it is exactly that I wanted to do with myself, then perhaps I could jump feet first into that life that I want. After I whined about that to myself and then re-read it all, I realized that most everyone feels this way too. Not too many people know precisely where their passions lie and the ones that do are an extremely lucky lot.
So all whining aside, I have my feelers out. Everyday, I'm trying to figure out what would make my heart thump with excitement on a daily basis. I'm hoping to stumble on to that thing , have my own "Aha!" moment, and plunge into something good. Maybe if I'm lucky I can make a good living at it and be my own boss. On days like today it feels like a tall order, but dreams are meant to be big...
Even when you're not really sure what they are.