So, I'm 28. I'll be 29 in July. This means that I am approaching 30, and shockingly enough, could care less. I am not one of those people that looks at that number like this giant, looming deadline of all of the fun and cool things I should have done by now. But, it does remind me that I have been in the working world for six years now and I STILL don't know what I'm meant to do.
Now, don't misunderstand, I like my current job - I believe I do a pretty freaking good job at it too (we shall see what my upcoming performance appraisal thinks about my assumption soon...). But, is it really what I was meant to do?
I know all of these people, that in the last year, have quit the jobs they had (hated or not), took the leap and opened their own businesses, or went back to school to work toward their calling. I. AM. SO. JEALOUS. But, in all of my self-awareness, I realize that I have literally no clue what my calling actually is. That realization makes me so sad. I feel like I am floundering around, while some big dream escapes my grasp because I just haven't figured out what the heck it is.
I have to believe this is a common occurrence. Our society sets us up to work tirelessly at whatever job will pay the bills, fulfilling or not, so that we can make the almighty dollar and keep up with whomever we're comparing our sorry existence to today. (And it's not like we ever compare our lives to someone's whose is worse...come on now...)
I get that. I get all the stupid reasons we do the stupid things we do as humans. But, I do really feel like each of us has a calling. That you have some particular reason you were put on this earth, born to those parents, are friends with those people...you get the idea.
What do you think? Are in the rut? Did you find your passion? Give me your story - I need some inspiration here people.