The problem is: I am good at many things… but a master of nothing.
I have wide and varying interests and skills, and that makes it all the more challenging to find something that really fits, where I won’t get bored with in a year, and also something that challenges me just enough without overwhelming me… as well as something that pushes my creativity while utilizing my analytical side…
On top of that, I have an entrepreneurial spirit. I want to help people. I want to improve the lives of others.
All the ways I know of doing that… all the ways I’ve tried so far, just don’t pay a lot (or any, in some cases).
So I’ve been feeling a little lost.
Okay, I’ll cut the sugar-coating. I’ve been feeling a whole lot lost.
I know I have valuable skills, attitude, and worth to bring to… something. The question is… what?
I’ve thought about this a lot over the last several months, and I keep coming up with the same answer.
I really want to find a way to make a living as a writing coach and jewelry artist. I even have an idea for starting a non-profit around the writing coach idea, and maybe even incorporating jewelry into that as well. The few people I’ve told about my idea think it’s really good.
The problem is, I’m out of time.
I have a few dollars to my name (really, not exaggerating there), and no clue how I’m going to pay February’s rent. I have bills piling up on my table and no way to pay them. I’ve had some serious motivation issues because of that whole paralysis from analysis thing, and yes—since I do struggle with depression, I am battling that hard right now.
So, what does it mean to have faith?
Faith that it’s all going to turn out all right, even though I’m not exactly sure what that means or what it looks like?
I suppose I am truly learning that, now.
In the mean time, I’m combing craigslist and a lot of other sites, looking for creative and different ways to make income that don’t involve going back to Corporate America. There is really no place my soul is less suited for than within the confines of endless rows of putty-colored cubicles under fluorescent lights.
I know there is another place for me.
It’s just a matter of finding it…