Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?

Isn't it Sunday? 

Why is she in a meeting on a weekend? 

She must be a really busy businesswoman. 

That's what I thought when my tutee's mom texted me to tell me she won't be able to speak to me before the lesson today.

Only after I was on the way home did I realise.

It's not a Sunday, it's Tuesday.

When you love your job (I know, controversial), everyday feels like a weekend. 

I haven't felt this much joy and eagerness for life. 

(Don't get me wrong) I'm always excited for my life. 

I find little pockets of time to be grateful. When I'm on the way home, when I'm on my jogs, I'm thankful I get to choose what I want to do with my time. 

9-5? I've done it once more than 10 years ago.

The question that got me out.

 

Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?

Every. Single. Day.

Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?

No. 

But I didn't know what to do for a while.

But quietly, I hear her whisper. 

Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?

And one day, followed by that question came another question.

Then what do you want to do?

The answer came as loudly as the roar of the thunder.

I want to teach. 

I want to teach. 

And that's what I did. 

Now, that's a story for another time. 

Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?

What do you want to do?