At what point in my life am I supposed to know what my calling is? I’ve figured out a lot of things I don’t like to do and things I do like to do, but it’s so hard to find a way to get to do most of the things I like, while avoiding the things I don’t like, in one job … or even one lifetime. Time always seems to be ticking along, pointing out what’s wrong with the choices I’ve made and the dreams I’ve traded for a false sense of security. I’m on the brink of thirty and I think I’m prime for a butt-kickin’ into gear, cause my soul’s tickin’ off the opportunities wasted and the victories untasted.
I love the idea of choice, but I don’t like deciding. I’m just biding my time, penning my rhymes, crafting a crime of chronic career conundrums. And the Corporate King, he flings scraps my way, taunting me with a 401K and modest copay. I may be in his good graces today, but who knows what tomorrow may bring?
Oh Career Gods, I know it’s a necessary process and believe me, I’m milking it for every ounce of personal growth possible. And I’m utterly thankfully I still have a job … for now. But how do I proceed from here where the path seems mostly unclear?
Sincerely,
me
