New Goals

Having been raised to provide narcissistic supply to an Nfather, an nmother, and a golden child and her flying monkeys, I really didn't understand that my life was mine alone and that I should decide how to live it. Isn't that just strange? So I sort of fell into a helping profession and I think I was good at what I did, but I'm beginning to wonder if I missed my calling, if I was supposed to do something that called to me from my real self, from the essence of the person I was created to be. This is a troubling thought, but I'm hoping that I can still discern what that calling was/is and that I can figure out how to express the real me to the world through it. This is my Fifth Task.