For the longest time I knew when I grew up exactly what i wanted to do when I got out of high school, But as I approach the 4 year mark of being out of school I have come to realize that I am no closer to that dream then when I was five.
For so long I was determined to get to where I wanted to be that I never stopped to smell the roses and think is this really what I want to do. I know , I know no one really ever knows what they truly want to do in life. But this is different, I have a job where I am helping people and making a difference.
I wake up every morning and cant wait to get to work, but alas I am still not happy and I can not figure out why. I have sat and thought about it and maybe its the fact that I gave college a shot and didn't finish it, maybe its because no matter what it is i never seem to finish things that I start, and maybe its because I haven't really found the thing that sparks my fire.
I have always been one to have my hands in a million different things. In school I was in a bunch of different clubs, or organizations. I played sports and when that didn't work out I spent the summer while everyone else was having fun, getting there drivers licenses and just hanging out , in a classroom with people twice my age getting my EMT so that i could make a bigger difference.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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