Sometimes I can't see the point of anything I accomplish. I do (and mostly enjoy) what's expected of me, the "mom" work, yet I'm just holding my breath, waiting for my real purpose to reveal itself.
Many things interest me. I was a college instructor and a journalist; I have a master's in English; I write and love to read... I get excited about all the creative people I meet who are doing their creative things, but I can't seem to find the one thing that really belongs to me. I wonder if I ever will.