I don’t really love what I do for work. It’s just the honest truth. I suppose I’m decent at what I do. I solve problems. I spend a lot of time in Excel. I educate my clients and make them happy. I’m good at explaining technical things to non-technical people. I’m pretty good at creating processes and streamlining communication, if that makes any sense and doesn’t sound like bullshit to you. But at the end of the day, it isn’t what drives me. I don’t gush about my job and tell people it’s the best job in the world and that there’s nothing else in the world I would rather do. I also don’t think that my job does anything that majorly makes the world a better place. I’m not trying to cure cancer. I’m not cleaning up children’s wounds or resuscitating someone who could lose his life. I’m not even providing a meal for someone to enjoy and eat, even though I love doing that in my spare time.

I thought about this a lot the last few days, as I have been reaching out to wedding vendors — everyone from photographers to DJs to wedding coordinators. The wedding coordinators all seem to share a similar story when they write back to me — they started doing this as a one-time thing to help out a friend/sister/family member, and then suddenly it became a huge passion to the point that it became their main business. And there’s nothing else in the world they’d rather do.

I’m 29 years old, and I still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. Why can’t I just research recipes and flower arrangements as my main job?