What do you Want to Be?
I had a friend in elementary school who would belt that out. No, wait, maybe junior high-he loved school house rock.
I hear it over and over in my head lately. No, I am not crazy-at least not yet. I am struggling to find my grown-up job. If you haven’t heard, I dropped out of nursing. I know-and that’s all I have to say about that. My nine to five gets more annoying by the day. There is no purpose. I am not helping anyone or at least helping the way I would like to-making a difference, making an impact on the world. I won’t get into my job, but I will say you don’t like what I do and each time you go to your mailbox you more that likely let out a little curse about my job. Don’t worry, I feel the same way.
Anyway, what is my purpose? What was I put here to do beside be a wife and a mother because I believe I am meant to have a job?
Sometimes I think it is helping new believers. Then I stop and weigh my qualifications and think “may not be ready for that yet.” I want to make sure I know everything I need to know before I start telling people things – this is important stuff, you know?
Is it writing? I have two books in the works (meaning they are in my head) and I also have this blog. Then I stop and think “ummm…English is something you might want to master before you start picking out the picture for your inner sleeve-I think that’s what it is called-need to know more big words, too.
Is it one of my original passions – photography? I recently dusted off the camera my awesome father so nicely gave me – and hope he never wants back- to take some pictures of
(reason for pic above). I think I am lucky to have such a wonderful daughter who will allow me to take pictures of her over and over. Is this a hobby or a possible career…not sure yet. Shelby
What I am sure of is that I will not be sitting at this desk ten years from now. I can’t I need more. I need to make a mark somewhere. I want to help people. Anyone wanna give me first gig?