We forget, I think, that we don't *have* to do anything. We don't *have* to make use of the degree we earned, we don't *have* to follow the trajectory we set for ourselves x number of years ago just because we set a trajectory x number of years ago. I don't care how many people you told your plans to--you lose no face if you switch those plans midstream.
We may not get only one shot at this life, I don't know. Personally, I hope we get recycled again and again, living lives just for the fun of it, because we can. But just in case, just in case this is it--what is your heart singing about right now? What is your curiosity tugging you toward? How can you nudge more space into your day to make room for these two?
And if you don't know, if your heart has been silenced for so long she's forgotten how to speak? Ask for help. Ask for guidance. Give her a nudge and pay attention to visions that come to you while you sleep. What stops you in your tracks? What books do you read and reread? What passages bring tears to your eyes--not in sadness, but in the throat-swelling joy of finally, at long last, finding the path home?