When I turned 35 I started to wonder what it was I wanted to do with my life. What was my purpose? What was I passionate about? Sure I had asked myself these questions but at 35 it became almost an obsession. I found myself asking these questions on a monthly basis. I found conversations with my friends would surround these two questions because like me they were also struggling to find the answer.
We found ourselves employed, educated, ‘successful’ but ultimately living an unfulfilled life. We were slowly checking off the list of material accomplishments in a desperate attempt to look and be what we perceived society wanted us to be. Degree? Check! Good paying job? Check! Nice car? Check! Nice home? Check!
Ultimately, we hit a wall. When I say we I actually mean me. I hit the mental wall that made me face what my life really was and how unhappy I was living it. Don’t get me wrong, life wasn’t a total suck fest but I knew I was meant for more….better. I mean life is about the pursuit of happiness. We all want to find our passion and live life to the fullest but the biggest obstacle is how we find that passion. It should be so easy and yeah maybe I’m just over thinking it. That wouldn’t be a first.
So here I am at the age of 40 and still struggling to find the answer that I’m pretty sure is right in front of my face. Something tells me it is right there and I’m on the verge of discovery but right now it still evades me. Don’t worry, I don’t plan to give up until I find it.
