So what do I mean?

Well, I’m a 45 year old guy who lives in Yorkshire, England.

I’ve been many things (and still am many of these things) – a son, a nephew, a father, a husband, a home-owner, a dog-owner, an employee, a colleague, a friend, a lover, a fool, an optimist etc etc. I guess you get the point.

At some of these things I’ve been great – some not so great. But on several occasions as I’ve been about to drift off to sleep I’ve said to what I believe was God . . . “help me find my place”

In essence, I’m a good person. I live in a small cul-de-sac of 11 houses and my ex-wife and son are 4 doors away. We all get on great and have keys to each others homes. I’ll always help someone out if asked and love to make others happy.

But; I really do have an overwhelming sense of needing to find my place. What have I been put on this earth to do? or to be?

Will I be where I should be when I meet the female half of my equation? Will it be when I emigrate to Australia in 6 years when my son is 18? Should I change my job even though I love it? Should I get another puppy to replace the wonderful dog I had that died last week?

What ??