Long term, it’s near impossible to say. What do I really want from life, and how am I going to get there? (And will I ever begin to enjoy the journey?)
Short term, it’s more that I know what I DON’T want. Did you ever spend six years training to be something, and then decide it’s not what you want to be? I have. So… one winds up in a ‘stop gap’ job – for more than two years. Yeah. Oh, I WANT to jump ship. I do. But I see no other vessels on the horizon just yet. Probably because i don’t know what I want... (sigh…)
I guess what I REALLY don’t want, is to still be here in a years time still complaining about what I don’t want. But that’s exactly how I felt last year, and the year before.
I want to illustrate, create, and to WRITE! I know, right? Everyone thinks they’re a writer. But I have this feeling about it that’s been bugging me for years, and it gets stronger every day. I have no real idea what to write about. I have no protagonist. I have no plot. I have no idea where to start. But I want to.
I want to feel like I’m doing something worthwhile, and to feel valued and appreciated.
I want to meet and work with great people. Not petty small town bitches and guys who tell fart jokes.
I want a nice lifestyle. I don’t want to have to continually worry about my bank balance. I want to be able to earn enough to be independent and have my own home…
I want space.
I want time.
Heck. Throw in a continuum!
