I know I've written a lot about my goals and dreams on this little blog, but here's something that you may or may not know: most of the time, I'm scared shitless.
Granted, I have a good life. I have a husband whom I love. I have a wonderful family and some of the best friends I could ask for. I have a job and enough money to get by.
But there are days, like today, where I can't help but think that I'm never going to reach my goals. Am I going to be stuck doing something that I hate, in a job that just isn't for me, for the rest of my life? I see so many people that work to get by, doing something that they don't enjoy, just because they need the money. Part of me sees these people as lazy, because I firmly believe that if you don't like something in life, you should change it.
Today, however, I wonder if I'm going to be one of these people. Or, worse, that I already am one of these pople. I want so badly to be doing something that I love. But I'm not, and that kills me. I want to be creative, to be inspired. I want to write things that I want to write. I want to design pretty things. I want to bring beauty and joy and color to the world. I just can't figure out how to make a living doing that.
I'm only twenty-four years old. I know that I'm young and have the rest of my life ahead of me, but sometimes it feels like I have all the wrong experience to try something new.
So, I want to know: Are you happy with your job? If so, how did you get there? If not, what are you doing to make yourself happy?
Really, I need all the help I can get right now.
Thanks for listening. You're my therapy.