Searching for Clarity

How is it that some of us are born knowing what we want to do with our lives, while others are 41 and still waiting for that moment of clarity?

I am 41 years old and have no sweet clue what I want to be when I grow up. None. Nada. Zip. I've had multiple jobs, and I'm good at what I do, but have I found my calling? I get bored easily when my brain isn't stimulated and monotony is the name of the game. It's no one's fault. It's just how it is.

I crave excitement, in a responsible, not too crazy, kind of way.  I like to feel the rush of trying something new or feel that flood of fulfilment when I step foot onto a new-to-me beach. I have no desire to do drugs or risk my life in the pursuit of a thrill, but I do want to absolutely love life and contribute in a meaningful way. 

Can I roam the earth taking photographs and stopping to write the most captivating posts, that somehow attract an unreasonably large audience and magically pay the bills? That would be cool. Can I discover all of the most best beaches of everywhere and just close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the ocean, while digging my toes in the sand, and somehow create "a living"? People have gotten rich off doing much less.

Rich. What even is that? All the money in the world cannot buy you happiness. It's not just an irritating expression. It's absolute fact. Money could not buy me my 3 flippin' incredible kids. It could not buy me my person, my friends or my family. It definitely couldn't buy me the feeling I get when my feet first touch the sand and that feeling that washes over me-I am home. Perhaps money could take me to more beaches...yes...but do I need them? No.

There is so much more to life than money, but it is necessary nonetheless. Choosing to live in spectacular Nova Scotia is accepting that the cost of living is high and the wages are low, but you will be surrounded in the kind of beauty people dream of. People visit here and are in total awe of our seaside towns, ocean views and kindness. It's genuine too. We wish you didn't stand in the middle of the road to take pictures while we are driving to work, but otherwise, we are so happy to share in the beauty with you. 

There is something so special about Nova Scotia. The beauty, yes, absolutely, but there's more. It's something more profound. It's as if there is an energy or magnet that either keeps you here, or at minimum, brings you back. It's home, or a second home, to many. It's like a place your soul craves to be. Or maybe that's just me. 

As I continue to search for clarity, I also feel so grateful. I am here, existing, surrounded by love and puppy kisses and beaches. Maybe I don't need to look any further than right where I am. Huh.