My Bethy commented earlier that I've been pensive today. There are 25 minutes of "today" left, and I'm not done yet. I've spent the last half hour or so crying on, and then talking to, O about The Future. About where we want to be, what we want to be doing, and how to get there. Because that is really what everything is all about right now.
If I had my absolute ideal job, I would be doing copywriting/editing for a not-for-profit group dedicated to a cause I believe in - GLBT issues, environmental issues, AIDS or cancer research, breastfeeding awareness, etc. Life is not necessarily all about ideals, though, so I've stated other, related options, as my goals. I want to be a writer and/or I want to work for a nonprofit. (I would also accept working in the education field, though not directly as an educator of any kind.) And I've always thought that the "writer" part came first, but ... I'm not sure that it really does. After all, I can be a writer without being paid to do it. I am a writer without being paid to do it. :P
Now to move forward, finding places where these jobs are more easily found, and figuring out how to get there. Moving forward with my own goals in mind, not with a head full of "shoulds" and "what ifs."