It feels like every time I turn around, someone else wants to know what I plan to do with the rest of my life. Or at least what my post-graduation plans are. "So what are you going to do?" "Where have you applied?" "Where will you go?"

I hate those questions. I always have. I don't want to pick. I don't want to settle down yet. I have worked my butt off for the past three and a half years. Getting this degree is the only thing on my mind right now. After that, I have no idea!

There's a lot on my mind that I'd love to do. Teach English abroad, be a travel columnist, work for a non-profit, be a criminal profiler, raise Siberian Huskies. The list is really endless. (Apparently, this means I'm a "scanner" according to Barbara Sher. Hmm.)

My family likes to joke that every week, I change my mind. I've seriously looked into multiple fields. I interned with a non-profit and a human resources group. I've researched everything from FBI physical requirements to different graduate psychology programs.

Nothing really fits. Nothing seems to give me enough purpose. Nothing seems to put all THIS to use. I need to use it to make my life mean something. I need to accomplish something with all these health issues...to make the negative into a positive.

Writing here on this blog accomplishes that. When I get comments or Facebook friend requests from readers, it thrills me. It lets me know that I've used the horrible things in my life to help someone else. It means that this wasn't for nothing.

There's a few things lately that seem to fit the best. A few things that I'm really excited to run with. That nothing really screams at me "You don't want to do that!" (like 6 more years of school for a psychology degree!) Things that not only inspire me, but thrill me in the same way that getting comments and friend requests does. Like hearing the words "I feel the same way!" or "I can totally relate, you stole the words from my mouth!"

The first thing is to write. I have always loved writing. I love this blog...to spill my soul to you. I love writing fiction. I've even dabbled in poetry, although it's not my favorite at all. I just want to write. I want to spend hours at the computer or with pen and paper, in front of a huge window by the ocean in a library full of old books. I just want to share what I think and feel and bind it together.

The second thing is to open a yoga studio. Ever since I started doing yoga last year, I've been on fire with it. I've looked into certification, franchises, and all sorts of tidbits. It's an amazing workout for me. It's something that I can do anywhere, anytime. And it's something that works with my health...not only physically, but emotionally.

So the question is...how do I go about doing this? And does it fulfill the desire to create purpose out of the chronic negatives in my life? Once I get it, will I need more? Will there ever be enough "purpose" for a lifetime of diabetes or the turmoil of PCOS?