My passion and purpose in all those areas kept evolving. At 25 I was crying in an ihop on my birthday because (the waitress teased me about ordering slowly and) I was having a quarter-life crisis about not being employed in my major. A lot of stuff happened and now I am. I’m 36 and have begun to expect the unexpected and for things to shift every few years.
I’m gonna be honest, what I’m pursuing is truly just what I’ve always loved doing. I never even THOUGHT about what I was gonna do with my life and then towards the end of my junior year of high school went “oh wait. It’s kind of obvious. It was never gonna be anything else.” So I just kind of fell into mine
I have adhd and several other issues, so I range from “happy” to “a disaster,” but I’m pretty satisfied with where I ended up so far. I used to make detailed 5-year plans (that never turned out as expected) until I finally realized that my path tended to unfold in a way that wad logical upon looking back at it, yet not very predictable looking forward.