As I sat at my desk in my cubicle today, I wondered. . ."How did I get here?". So unoriginal, huh? But really, that was my thought. I stared at the grey walls of my cubicle and reflected on the dreams I used to have when I was younger.
An FBI agent, a photographer, a baker owning a pie shop, a set designer working in the theatre, a pilot, a detective, a news anchor or meteorologist. . .these are the careers I envisioned for my future. I saw myself traveling, enjoying fantastic food and wine, living in a city and walking down to the corner market everyday, but also enjoying my cabin in the mountains on the weekends.
Hmm. . .funny how you wake up one day and YOU are not the one living that life. Your friends (well. . .some of them), however, have somehow managed to take on those roles for you. You wonder 'Where did I take a left when everyone else took a right'.
Don't get me wrong, there are people that think I have a fantastic life, and it really is a blessed life I have. But a "fantastic life" can take on different meanings. I'm greatful for all that I have and the wonderful people in my life, however, to really have a "fantastic life", I need to feel fulfilled and inspired. . .I need to know that I am making a difference.
Here's the thing. . .I know there is something bigger for me. Not necessarily monetarily speaking, but more impactful. This is the direction I am seeking. . .
musings from somewhere over the atlantic
1 month ago