How'd I Get Here?

Remember when you were in college and you just knew where you'd be by the time you hit 30? I knew I'd be married. I knew I'd be making loads of money. I knew I'd be traveling the world. I knew I'd have accomplished enough to be interesting.

What happened?

Here I am, finding myself closer to 40 than 30, and I'm feeling a little disconcerted. I'm not a powerful attorney. I haven't published an amazing manuscript. My last paycheck was before the real estate market fell apart. Yes, I've traveled, but I'm not sure I'm exactly what you'd call well traveled, nor would I say I was particularly interesting.

I always had this idea of how people viewed me. I've always seen myself as creative, responsible, reliable, dependable, and although most of those things sound boring, I really did think I was at least somewhat interesting. Now days, I wonder where my head has been!

I've become too busy to feel creative. I have fleeting moments of irresponsibility (did you hear about the day last week when I fell asleep and the school bus driver called to see if I was coming to meet the kids?). Reliability--I'll try to remember to get back to you on that (but don't hold your breath!).

So, all I have left is "interesting" and I'm not sure I'm faring so well there, either! I post about getting my hair colored. I blog about going out to dinner. I call friends in excitement when I find a new recipe--is that interesting?! No, I didn't think so.

So the burning question is this: What do people do when they need to shake things up a bit? I think maybe I need a hobby. Any suggestions? Photography? Skydiving? Anyone? Bueller?