What's A Gypsy To Do (Next)?

From the outside looking in, many people mistakenly assume that I have no direction. I'm simply dust in the wind waiting for the next breeze to take me away. To their credit, it does appear that way. But, honestly, I do have direction. And, more than direction, I have a goal. The goal may seem absent, but, to the contrary, it is ever present. The goal is simply this: unwavering quest to find my real, true passion. I have found that many long for that passion; that "bigger purpose" in life. However, instead of chasing down their dreams, they settle and long for that piece (and peace) that's missing.

I'll admit, I'm still not sure what will make me happy nor am I'm not even sure whether or not I'm pointing in the right direction. What I do know are the things that have brought me joy in the past, paired with my skill set (as well as the things that I am capable of learning,) offer me a wide range of possibilities. And I'm not too proud to experiment and play until I find just the right combination that makes me want to jump out of bed in the morning just so I can get to work.

In my last post I revealed just exactly how "all over the place" I really am. And honestly, after searching the recesses of my memory to name all the places I've lived and the jobs I've held, I'm a little bamboozled that I'm not exhausted from moving (on average 1.5 times per year) or learning how to do each job that I've held. So, why not test my luck further?

For those of you who don't know, I moved back to my parents house a couple of months ago in order to meet two goals: 1. To pay off debt and 2. To go back to school and pursue my teaching certification.

If you know me well or if you read my last entry, you know that I've actually traveled this road of wanting to be a teacher before - and I couldn't quite settle into just exactly it was that I wanted to teach during my time in college. And, I'll be honest, I still haven't quite nailed it down yet. But, I'm am confident that it's something that I want to try - even if I find that teaching is just another stop on my journey.

Being back at home with mom and dad is humbling. You have to relearn how to structure your day. And, for me, I had to learn how to live with people again (I'm still working on this.) I'm still getting used to running into people that have known my family for generations while around town. And, let's be honest, when outsiders hear that you're in your late 20's, living at home with your parents, and working part-time jobs, they just assume that you're a bum. So, dealing with that stigma has been rough.

But, I am blessed. I have great people in my life that recognize my assets and have given me jobs, which they are willing to be flexible with in order to accommodate my (eventual) school schedule. My parents invited me back into their home. I'm convenient to my sister and friends again. And I get to try something new.

I'd be lying if I told you that it was all rainbows and unicorns. Sure, there are obstacles and frustrations - but life would be so boring with out them. There are days when I am so frustrated, it takes every effort to keep from collapsing into a sobbing heap on the floor. But, at the end of the day (or the next morning,) I count my blessings and look for the lesson in the obstacle.