I’m kind of freaking out some of the time right now. In my mind, I mean. Recently I had one of those days that I will remember forever: April 25 to be exact. It was one of those turning-point-in-my-life days. I might have suspected at the time that it would be one of those days, but I am sure now. I wrote a tiny bit about it here.
On that day in the span of 15 minutes
What would I do if I could do anything I wanted? How do I even know what I want? I used to wonder a lot about this and get really upset because I never felt like I had answers. I got overwhelmed trying to find my true passion or purpose in life. I read so many books and took tests and classes in an effort to figure it all out.
I remember literally crying when I took a class that included exploring finding our passion. During a quiet reflective writing period, I remember staring at one of the questions on the paper: “When you were a kid what did you want to be when you grew up?” I just cried and wanted to scream “I don’t KNOW. I don’t remember EVER knowing this!!!”