On a personal level my life is good. I like my house, I love my husband, I
tolerate love our 4 very bossy animals, and I’m lucky to have a great family that (wait for it) I also love.
But really, sometimes I think I missed my calling.
I just really have no freakin clue what that is.
This morning, (WARNING: Erin’s thought process ahead) I saw a trailor for a movie on a blog I read, and it led me to wikipedia to read more about the person, and after clicking 5 different links about 5 different people I started to wonder if maybe history wasn’t my calling. I could literally read all day about history. Some of my favorite classes in college were my ancient history, and Roman history classes. Then I started thinking if I ever won the lottery I would quit work and go back to school to get a major in history. And then I wondered what exactly one does with a major in history. And then I flashed back to the dream I had the other night about my first day at a new job. At Lowes. In the garden center. Weird, right?
So anyways, after all that, I do love my job, and I do love what I do, but sometimes I wonder if my love of the movie The Net* was really a good way to determine my future profession**.
*No, I am not kidding. Immediately after seeing that movie (at age 15-16ish) me and Meg came home and found online chat rooms and that’s where it all began.
**Life’s Purpose or not, knowing what I know now I would do it again in a heartbeat.