I stopped posting when Pat and I started throwing around the idea of having kids. I didn't want to be a mommy blogger or talk about how I so badly wanted to be pregnant so I would feel I had a purpose in life.
Then last night the reality hit....
I have a baby but I'm still looking for my purpose. Yes, I have a wonderful reason to wake up in the morning (at whatever hour he decides) and he does fill yet another empty spot in my heart. Still, I find myself aching for my passion in life.
Just like everyone else, when I was little I wanted to be a ballerina and an astronaut, maybe even a space ballerina. Then it came to Jr. High and those aptitude tests... mine told me I was best suited to be a forest ranger. Please tell me what 14 year old girl sees her future as Smokey the Bear's sidekick!
That's just the tip of the iceberg of indecision, but I just don't know what I'm cut out for, what I'm good at, or where to start.
How did you figure out what you wanted to be when you grow up?
