For much of my past I had a clear goal in mind.
The 5-year-old me wanted to learn to read, the middle-school me wanted to be high-school-me and the high-school-me longed for college.
After a few acceptance letters and a choice, it was then a typical goal: graduation.
Then the job search began. Goal: Journalism industry.
With the "learning and job" thing under control, I focused on finding a man.
After far too many ups and downs and a slew of losers I'm embarrassed to wave to now, I found that too.
Health insurance. Check.
And then came the crushing feeling of wondering... what now?
With my focus no longer on what I could change on the outside to be "happier" I was suddenly left with only me.
Me. Living a life I thought I wanted. A life I worked for. A life "accomplished."
But instead of feeling fulfilled and finally happy, I'm consumed with the urge to push forward, toward something, something more, something different.
The only goal now - is change.