The Daydreamer Versus the Reality Dweller

I've turned out not to be the best Blogger in the World, as evidenced by the nearly two-month lapse in entries.  I have also strayed from the path I was on in other ways as well.  Not to worry, I figure I just took a little side trip and stopped off at a scenic overlook.  The view is great but I still haven't resolved anything.  In fact, I think I'm even more confused than ever.  Keep working?  Stop working and take time off to write my book?  Keep working and write my book?  Go back to school?  These are just a few of the options that I'm weighing right now.  I've heard it said that all you have to do is leap and the net will appear.  But I always kind of figured that if I was going to take that leap of faith, I'd better make sure that it is for something about which I am truly passionate.  At this point, I don't know what that is anymore. I've hit a bit of a rough patch of indifference and vagueness.  I think this is how a depression starts and, aside from the fact that depression could derail all the progress I've made thus far, I'm frankly not in the mood for it and am determined not to let it take hold.    The answer will come.  I just have to believe it and remain open to all opportunities.  I'm turning into a Daydreamer who can't seem to focus on just one daydream.  There are so many of them with so many different themes and lovely outcomes, I'm just indulging them all and believe that eventually one of them will begin to overshadow the rest and then that will be the path I'm meant to continue on.  In the meantime, the daydreams prompt me to investigate and explore and this is bliss.

Searching

Searching, searching.  Wondering if I will know when I have found it.  Casting my net in many different directions.  When the net fills, will I know if there's something in it worth keeping or will I know when to throw it back and try again?

Still working on my Artist's Way exercises.  But all of this self-reflection has got me thinking about so much more than just finishing the novel I started long ago.  I'm taking the initiative to investigate all that this World has to offer.  Different types of people and lifestyles.  Different ways of earning a living.  What my true intrests are and how I can use my current skills to get into that field.  Investigating, Googling, Calling, Asking.  It seems this little exploration into my creativity has led me to more questions than answers.  And something tells me this is just the beginning.

So, I ask again:  How will I know when I've found the answer I've been seeking?