Angela's Musings

Dazed and Confused

It's Sunday - after I have worked a midnight. I don't think there is anything more difficult than working a midnight especially when you aren't used to it. At my work someone has to be there 24/7 so when we are short handed I get to fill in. It's crazy but I do like my job, at least most of the time.

I work with people who are in domestic violence situations. I have been questioning my purpose. I have been single minded since 1999 in my pursuit of my college education. I wanted to work with dv survivors and eventually to be a counselor. Since I began writing again I have wondered if I am on the right track. I am about 8 weeks from obtaining my bachelor's degree and I am starting to wonder if I have worked for the wrong thing.

It isn't like my writing is going to pay off anytime soon, however, the satisfaction rating is much higher than working with people. Most of the people I work with have serious issues but then who doesn't have at least a few. I realize I can write while I am working at my "day job" but am I really giving myself the chance to do something that I've wanted to do since I was a child. I still have a story I wrote in the 5th grade. Of course it isn't very good. It was written during my I have super powers stage but I was still writing.

Do we ever know truly what we are supposed to do with our lives? Or, are we meant to go through life dazed and confused? I'm opting for a mixture of both.