Finding myself

When I was younger… MUCH younger… I had no idea that a person could feel so lost within their own lives.

Here I am, 50 years old, and all I have to show for any kind of dream I had is a horse that I am going to have to sell, probably for much less than I bought him for.

Can you say “mid life crisis” ?????

**sigh**

So.

As I sit here and consider what I want to do with my life, I find my interests are currently a bit hard to pin down.

Do I want to be a farmer type person?

Yes~but that ranges from having my own greenhouse and selling plants locally to studying global warming to land/water rehabilitation so the next generation has something to live on…

Do I want to be a writer?

Yes~ but that varies from screenplays to starving poet to writing childrens books…

Do I want to produce films?

Yes~but that ranges from epic (think LOTR) to shorts about world problems…

Do I want to be an artist?

Yes~but that ranges from graphic design to professional photographer to professional photojouralism to painting huge masterpieces ~ (can a person do masterpieces in a paint by number kit??)

Do I want to continue in the computer geekishness department?

Yes…but no so much anymore, as my co-ordination gets worst and worse, and I can not do fine work as easily as I once did…

**sigh**

The list goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began… (sorry Mr. Tolkien!!) :)

I am at a point where I feel as though I want to try everything that there might be to do out there… within reason of course. I will NEVER again bungie jump…thank you very much.

What to do, what to do…

Come on Viggo, lets go out for coffee… I can’t think straight!

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