I have to say I'm really at one of the WEIRDEST points in my life. For the first time in I'm 11 years old, I am not a working member of society.
One one hand.....I wouldn't change one single thing about how or why it all went down. It needed to happen for me. Here I am at (Ahem) 38 years old and giving this what feels like - a 3rd chance at life.
I almost thank God (which is something I don't do) everyday that this part of my life came after my weight loss surgery. I think back to when I was heavier and I was afraid to look for other jobs. For so many reasons: (1) My TH family accepted me no matter what. They didn't see my size and they didn't judge me. (2) I was not confident and it showed. Even if I got called in for an interview, I don't think I had anything too wear that fit.
I'm so so so very thankful and FUCKING TERRIFIED for this moment. I don't even have a clue as to what I want to do. What to go into but I do know, all I want is to find my passion. I have many loves, and many things that I'm good at but I want my "PASSION" that thing, deep inside that pushes you to go on even when you are tired or sad because you LOVE IT.
Part of me thinks I found what makes me happy, It's helping people in some possible way feel confident. I just have no clue how to go about mixing the two to form, you know a life style.
What would you do if you could do anything? (I'd marry rich but so far - that's fucking not panning out as planned)
