I spent the better part of today reading about the millennial generation. These are people born between 1983 and the early 2000’s. One source says that we are likely to feel a greater civic duty than Gen X and Baby Boomers. We are likely to feel a responsibility to change the world and may be disappointed in our careers fickly changing jobs more than prior generations. I couldn’t help but snicker as a read the article because it summed up exactly what I’m feeling. I turn the big 26 this month and I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. I am currently seeking employment as either a pharmaceutical rep or a teacher. Yes, in my wildest dreams I would love to be a paid author but I am also realistic and with one failed Kickstarter project, that dream seems a little farfetched and out of reach. I would also like to be a preacher or some sort of Christian motivational speaker. But, a checkered past and a lack of a penis may make that just a nice day dream. I think of Joyce Myers and she gives me hope. She too has a checkered past and made herself a name within the good ol’ boys club that is ministry.
I suppose I am rambling now but to get back on point, why is it so hard to pick a future to find a purpose and finally fit in somewhere? Why do I feel divinely inspired to do something with my life yet I can’t seem to figure out what that is. I suppose there is the possibility that I feel this way simply because of the generation I was born into. A trophy kid coddled and pushed to succeed in school yet once in the real world left to be dissatisfied searching for a purpose, or at the very least a career worth the challenge. I am reminded of my favorite book of the bible, Ecclesiastes, where the author outlines the meaninglessness of gr eur. Maybe I am searching for something that simply doesn’t exist.