Hubby has this framed picture in his office. It’s a picture of him, sitting at a desk, with the name of his own engineering company posted as a sign over his head.
He drew it when he was 13.
His parents saved it and presented it to him just after we were married and he decided to leave his job and start his own company.
It was a sign that he was truly doing what he was meant to do, what he had dreamed of doing when he was younger (even if he didn’t remember it!)
I had a similar moment this week. Nothing quite as profound as hubby’s, but a gentle nod that yes, here I am, week after week, doing what I have always loved to do.
It came in the form of these.
When I was young both sets of grandparents spent the winter in Florida. Several times my parents took us there for a week to visit them. These are the journals I kept (on the request of my teachers) during those visits.
And here is the part that made me laugh right out loud. Look at this entry:
Yes, that’s right. My elementary school former-self was a food blogger years before she knew such a thing existed!
And then there is this one from when I was even younger.
Three years later, my writing has improved, but my topic has stayed the same.
I am sure we did something else other than eat on our trips to Florida, but you wouldn’t know it from reading this journal.
This one in particular makes me giggle.
Who could imagine paying 14.99 for steak and “other stuff”!!! :)
Have you had one of those moments? A reminder that you are on the right path, doing what you were meant to do? If you have children, have you seen it in them? Those little snippets of passion that makes you wonder….hmmm…is this what they will be doing when they grow up?