The alarm on my iPhone goes off. 20 seconds later, the alarm clock by my bedside goes off.
I stumble out of bed and change into my workout clothes.
I stumble into the kitchen. No need to turn on the lights. Squeeze the juice of half a lemon into a cup and fill it up with water. I down the drink like medicine.
Put on my running shoes to go for a run.
After my run, I get ready for work.
I eat my breakfast in the car. Yes, I’m one of THOSE drivers. Guilty as charged.
Commute to work is an hour.
I spend 11 to 12 hours at work.
Commute home is an hour.
Once home, I unpack and prepare my food for the next day.
Go to sleep.
Next day arrives.
And this routine repeats. Day in, day out.
Although content, I want to start settling into a career. My current job provides variety and challenges but there isn’t room for long-term advancement and the commute is a bit further than I would prefer. I like the work-life balance but my current job doesn’t feel like my calling. I feel I’m meant to do more.
I just don’t know what that calling is yet.
I’m lost waiting to be found.