I struggle because I feel like something is wrong with me because I don't have some great dream or anything. Ok, well, there are a few "dreams" but honestly I guess I don't count them because I don't believe they could ever happen. I dwell in reality too much and that pretty much sucks the "dream breath" right outta me. I can't see past where I am pretty much. I know, it sounds so easy to just believe in my dreams or dream big or whatever but I just can't.
I've noticed lately that I just feel in a funk and I really think it's because I feel completely purposeless. Stay-at-home mom is what I call myself but even that doesn't seem to fit when my child is gone 5 days a week from 7:30am to 2pm. I desperately want a job just so I can feel like I'm helping out in some way but I can't even seem to get one of those and well, that makes me feel like a complete loser. I try to keep up the house and cook dinner sometimes - ya know, all the house wifey things but even that can only make me feel like I have a purpose for so long.
What's wrong with me? I mean, my hubby has his dream, he's passionate about it, he wants it more then anything and I want to help him reach that because I know how happy it would make him. He even has a "back up" dream, you know, just in case dream one doesn't pan out he's got his second passion all lined up. And well, that makes me feel even worse. He's got two passions/dreams and I've got none, nada, zip, big fat goose egg. What's wrong with me?!