Dude, Where's My Life?

Gotta say that my starting point is not exactly where I would like it to be. See, I am a 30 year old woman moving through this world in a haze. My employment holds no meaning for me and don't go far on the bill paying front. My life seems devoid of art and beauty and creation in a way that I can't describe.

I have kept some hope alive all my life that I would finally figure it out -- find a way to engage my spirit and my mind and my skills in a way that would make the world a better place. There is meaning to life, I am quite sure of it. The problem is that I am not going to find it in retail furniture sales.

So, maybe I still don't know what I wanna be. But I do know that I want to take my love of words, color, silence, nature, the body, the air, the universe -- and find some way to make that my life.

Maybe some of us just aren't cut out for the grind.
Maybe I'm weak.

Maybe I do have something to offer the world besides solid oak bedroom suites and astute literary analysis. We'll have to see. This seems as good a place as any to talk to myself!

Who knows, somebody else could recognize their confusion in mine.