I am twenty-seven, twenty- eight in October, and I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Not only will I be another year older, but a week later – I will become a wife.
When significant life events happen, it makes you stop and think. Where am I in life? Am I happy with where I am at? Where am I going? What goals do I have? How will I accomplish them? And I have a straightforward answer to all those questions – I do not know.
I expected to be a college graduate, a wife, and a mother and live happily in a beautiful house ever after. Obviously, no one’s life pans out perfectly that way (Not by twenty-seven).
My issue was I always stayed in my comfort zone. I wanted to stay safe within the cocoon of what I knew. I did not like to pursue anything that held risks or scared me. That held me back more than I even knew.
What have I always wanted to do? Work with animals and write. Can I accomplish both? If I liked it – I could achieve anything. What aspect of that is scary? Not being successful in either field. I am successful in my work in the veterinary field. It comes naturally to me. What if I write in my free time and only a hundred people read it? Someone. Besides. Me. Is. Reading. What. I. Wrote. That is all that should matter.
Today, I am pushing myself to begin. I renewed my domain, and I am renewing my love of writing for myself. I want this for myself, so I am investing in my future.