Feel free to fly right on past to other blog-pastures.
I've just been introduced to a new blog: its hannahvivier's (you'll find her on my sidebar)
I think its great: what she has to say is certainly challenging.
She talks about pursuing what you're passionate about.
Passion equals purpose, she says.
And this where fulfillment lies; where we'll live 'in the sweet spot' of our lives.
I'll buy that.
But I feel a bit like a starving kid looking through glass into a restaurant where everyone is eating wonderful food.
I see it, smell it - can almost taste it
But I can't access it.
I wonder sometimes whether the time my generation grew up in has anything to do with this.
We were (generally) brought up to be obedient,
Stepping out of line was dealt with firmly and swiftly.
Hard working, dutiful, steady people were often the product.
If you didn't go for tertiary education,
you joined the bank,
the building society
or insurance company.
Or nursed, or taught or became a secretary.
Until you married and had children.
Then you looked after the family.
And there's much thats good about that.
But as for fostering an out-of-the-box free-spiritedness, entreprenurial "what's my passion" kind of thinking?
Not so much.
I have no regrets at all about my choices thus far.
But I'm finding now whatever my original passion was, it has been so deeply buried for so long that I have no idea what it is - or even if it ever existed.
It bothers me.
And frustrates me.
Why can't children be born with a tag on them, naming what they're wired for?
It would the whole thing much simpler.