Your dreams are there for a reason

I once sat in my seventh floor dorm room of my West Oklahoma college, with a chemistry book on my lap. "How in the world did I get here?" was the question, along with "I could not care less about this stuff."

Pharmacy school had become an appealing option for me at the end of high school, because I could live anywhere I wanted and make a very decent living doing it. Made sense. Let's go that route. It'll all just work out; I can do anything I want, right?

Not exactly. Not even close. I don't believe that. At least not anymore.

We all have a purpose. Each and every one of us. It was set in motion by our maker before we could come along and try to force something else.

Your unending interest in whatever exists because it was placed there on purpose. It is not something to be ignored. We each have a role, and it's something that causes us to feel a sense of purpose, a sense of wonder and amazement. A sense of "Wow, this is what I was put here to do."

Don't let life pass you by knowing you need to be doing something different with your life. Don't ignore what's on your heart, your passion. Just go after it. Although not flawlessly, that is what will work out. That is what you can do, better than anything else.

Thank God I was pulled out of that West Oklahoma dorm room and put right where I need to be. Although far from perfect, I could not imagine being around another industry, ever. 

-jc