Goals
How do we know what we really want... Or even who we are?
If I ask you "Who are you?" Do you give me your name? Do you say wife... Husband... Mother... Father .... Businessman... Businesswoman...
Who are you really?
I can tell you the things I love.
I love Trucks (Peterbilts). Pick-ups (Chevys). Motorcycles (Harleys). Trains. Books. Writing. Watching the sun come up from my back yard with a hot cup of coffee. Cottonwood trees. Studying Earth religions. Music. My family. My friends.
I am a mother, daughter, sister, friend, I work as an assistant manager.
I cannot, however, tell you who I am.
I am setting out on a discovery to find out that very thing. I am a 38 year old woman who does not know who she is.
I don't even have dreams, or goals. I have been on auto pilot for so long.
I do want to go back to school. I don't know yet what for. Counseling maybe?
I do want to get back to my art... I used to love to paint. I love making jewelry (would love the chance to really work with some quality stuff)
I am also going to concentrate on writing. I used to love writing poetry, and I seem to enjoy writing erotica (who knew?) My first goal is to write creatively every day. Poetry, stories, essays. Just something, everyday.
If I ask you "Who are you?" Do you give me your name? Do you say wife... Husband... Mother... Father .... Businessman... Businesswoman...
Who are you really?
I can tell you the things I love.
I love Trucks (Peterbilts). Pick-ups (Chevys). Motorcycles (Harleys). Trains. Books. Writing. Watching the sun come up from my back yard with a hot cup of coffee. Cottonwood trees. Studying Earth religions. Music. My family. My friends.
I am a mother, daughter, sister, friend, I work as an assistant manager.
I cannot, however, tell you who I am.
I am setting out on a discovery to find out that very thing. I am a 38 year old woman who does not know who she is.
I don't even have dreams, or goals. I have been on auto pilot for so long.
I do want to go back to school. I don't know yet what for. Counseling maybe?
I do want to get back to my art... I used to love to paint. I love making jewelry (would love the chance to really work with some quality stuff)
I am also going to concentrate on writing. I used to love writing poetry, and I seem to enjoy writing erotica (who knew?) My first goal is to write creatively every day. Poetry, stories, essays. Just something, everyday.
5 Comments:
How is it that we sometimes loose ourself on the road of life? Maybe we take so many detours that we get so damn lost it takes a while to get back on the main road. The good thing is you are a woman and know how to ask for directions!! You bring up so many good points, I hope you find yourself. You certainly are headed in the right direction, forward.
Maybe it isn't that you don't know who you are, but rather you have had to be so many things to so many people for so long that you haven't had time to look in the mirror.
Each of us have many compartments to who we are. Each one is an intregal part of the whole. You just haven't had the time or energy left over to open the door marked "Personal."
It's all working for you, Amethyst. Just look in the mirror.
Thank you, Denise... Buffalo...
I don't even think that I kenw there was a door marked personal... Until I had it very plainly pointed out to me...
I don't know about you, D'Anerah, but I seem to be heading down this trail blindfolded...lol
I am lucky to have someone to keep me from falling...
Maybe "to give me a soft place to fall" when I do fall would have been a more appropriate thing to say here...
If I have no one who believes in me I become complacent... I just stay where I am and exist... Just a part of my personality, but having someone who cares makes a big difference.
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