I am at some level a very happy person, but I really hate what I do for a job right now. I run a daycare out of my home. What I really want to do it write and go to school. I can not afford to go back to school but I do try and write everyday. I have gotten some good feed back on some stories I am working on an will be listed in an anthology for a short story I wrote (posted here as Seldoms Child) If I knew how to put it as a link here I would but I am not so good with technology.  So I dread my days of being with the kids, but it give me time with my little one and the money is not that bad. So I know I do not want to go back to the real work force. The kids that I watch are great, funny and always giving me ideas for stories. So why can't  be happy doing this. Why do we as humans always search for more than we have right now.  I mean my kid is healthy, my bills are paid, I have great friends, but I still have that gnawing feeling that I am not on the path of my life's mission. How do you know when you are doing what you are meant to do?