At age 5, I was a bubbly, outgoing, cheerful child. I loved meeting new people and going to different places. I enjoyed being around older people (as always have). I had a big imagination and loved asking questions. Mom: why did God create us? Mom: what is my purpose her? Mom: why cant we do this or that? Most of my questions were direct to my mom because I didn't think my father would entertain me. I use to spend a great deal of time playing out side in my backyard just daydreaming about how my life would turn out. At one point I wanted to be an astronaut, somehow I thought that would help me to get closer to God. I also wanted to become a doctor because I wanted to save lives. Thought about becoming a teacher as well lol.
However, as I got older something changed. I cant recall when or why? But I stopped imagining. I stopped asking questions. Might have been the fact that I didn't have time to sit and play any more, I was growing up and reality was sinking in. Now, age 25, I am completely DIFFERENT from my childhood self. Life, such as work, finances, etc. has consumed all of my creativity. Being an adult is so stressful I'm finding. I don't take time for myself as much (well that was while I was working). Just like every other human, I have just been going through the motions of life. Like who has time to sit around and play in the grass now!
So while I am in the process of job hunting and finding a different career path, (whatever that is) I want to focus on "finding myself". I really hate that term because what does that even mean but at the moment it works. Maybe, this blog will help me put things into perspective (I'm hoping). I really want to figure out what my skills are, what I enjoy doing best, what makes Rollo happy? Any one else going through anything similar?
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