For those of you that may or may not know, from mid-April until early October I worked for Floral Gardens Cemetery in Bay City. It simply wasn't working out, and now I find myself trying to figure out what it is that I am truly meant to do. I'm scared and excited, but mostly left with lots of self-doubt.
While I do have mixed emotions about my time working at the cemetery, I can walk away saying that I learned more about life in those nearly 6 months than in all the rest of my life. In college, I learned a lot about myself and the world around me. In those 6 months, I learned about life - about love, family, death, hope, and how people deal with the inevitable. Some of the lessons I learned due to my position as family service counselor, while others were learned via the death of family members and friends.
I just can't help but wonder what is next. I'm more than ready to get on with my life. I need a purpose. Something good is bound to happen. I've been surround by too much sickness, death, and loss lately. Hopefully I will soon discover exactly why I'm here, what it is that I'm meant to do.