Back in the day, when my husband and I were first becoming acquainted, he asked me the monumental question, "So what do you want to do with your life?"
Pensively, I told him my list.
#1. Be a mother.
#2. Wholeheartedly devote myself to something, without reservation.
#3. Be content.
That third aim might not seem very ambitious. Be content? As in, happy with where you are, not striving for improvement? "I like my life exactly as it is, thanks. I have no goals at all."
Hardly.
