O Life, Where Art Thou?

I finished work 5 weeks ago. I have had no job and no real commitment. I’ve been looking forward to this time since Christmas. I really wanted to take this time and figure some things out.

What am I doing with my life? What are my passions? Who am I?

I wish I could say that I’ve figured it all out. I haven’t. I don’t feel I’m any closer to those answers. I have more questions now.

What brings me life? What do I find fun? Do I like to be around people or spend time by myself?

I like people. I know that one.

At the close of my 5 week holiday/soul journey/being a bum I have begun to feel so discontent. Like I’m just drifting. Always asking where is my passion? My life? It’s been so hard to be happy when I sit alone.

My Grandpa always asks me about my future. He wants to know what my endevers now will lead to. I’m going to do a SBS in England in the fall. I don’t know what I’m going to do after that. I don’t even know if I’m coming back to Canada.

I feel like I’ve been trying to be the Mike that use to live in this town, while trying so hard not to be him. I’m older more mature and people should see that. I’m 22 years old. I’ve helped lead missionary teams overseas and walked with people through personal issues but I also really enjoy playing a card game called Killer Bunnies and fart jokes. I’m not the person I was 5 years ago and I’m not the person I’ll be in 5 years. I am now who I am. I can’t go backwards and I can only go forwards one step at a time. So I still don’t have the questions of life figured out, but it’s OK. I’m discontent with so much right now, but it’s OK. There’s only two weeks left of Jack Bauer, but it’s OK.

I start a new job tomorrow. I get to work with other people. I can’t wait.