I realized a few years ago, that as I aged I had fewer and fewer dreams. Not the kind at night during sleep. I’m talking about goals, ambitions, something to accomplish. At 40, with a 2 yr. old, I have an infinite number of hopes and dreams for her future, but none of my own. I gotta say I am more than a little frustrated since it has been a prayer concern for some time now. Clinging to what I like to do, helping others. I am cosistently turned away because the degree I earned 20 years ago wasn’t in theology, psychiatry or social services. I can’t understand why passion isn’t a quality employers look for with candidates. From past experiences, those who love what they do are significantly more productive. But such is the world. So I have to ask myself why this particular desire seems to haunt me when there is no way for resolution. I guess ultimately I can help my daughter achieve her dreams and live vicariously through her. But I don’t think that is how God operates. Maybe he does, maybe I am deaf. Whatever the case I find myself lost with no direction, existing, but not really living. I know there are others like me, wandering, searching for that elusive purpose. If you have gone through this valley and come out of it, please let me know,how. I am fresh out of ideas.