In the words of Dr. Phil, What are you passionate about? That seems to be the theme to my week. It started Monday night at the monthly PTA Board meeting, somehow this year I got roped, gagged and dragged to be the President. Its very intimidating and Monday night seemed to be even worse. I sit there mute surrounded by a group of women, I being the only ones whose education stopped at highschool. And that's okay, I chose my road, and probably had opportunities to change my path. When I was corrected for the third time in the night I thought, why am I hear? Is this worth my time? Is it worth the stress? Is it worth feeling like less of a person, because they talk in complete teacher sentences? So my story goes on, I came home, and woke up to a bleak Tuesday. What is my passion? I can tell you what it's not, it's not PTA, it's not babysitting, its not cleaning toilets, or cashiering at the Town Pump. I some how feel incomplete. Maybe spurred even more by Leaners quest to continue College, it puts me in a place of, WOW that's possible? Am I capable of such wonders? Or there's another side, do I want to go back to school, a place of dread, and discouragement? What's another path I could choose? Again the question rings loud, What's my passion? Something to work on. So my little goal to meet the big goals this week is to find what I truly love. Brainstorm! What is my passion?