Have you ever sat back and tried to come up with the perfect job in your imagination? I have tried so many times to single out one particular job that would suit my personality. I don’t think there is a single one, for there are simply too many facets to my makeup to be satisfied with just one.
I dream of a job where I could be outdoors, enjoying nature, and writing about it. But then I love to drive, and travel around seeing new things, not that I get to do that very often. I also love to build things, or shape a particular project, you know, working with my hands. Then again I enjoy playing with technology, and computers.
I have figured one thing out in the past few weeks. I can not keep doing these physically demanding jobs for the rest of my life. Perhaps it’s time to start looking for a new path, a route of survival and enjoyment. I wonder where it would take me, what plateaus I need to reach, which turns I should take? Ahh, the possibilities are endless, yet limited by my thoughts. Convoluted thinking indeed!