A Calling

I do not have one that I can discern. Should I be worried?

Or does my calling to motherhood count?

I often feel like I'm spinning my wheels. There's no accomplishment in the daily grind, although it's certainly pleasing to see my girls grow.

Am I called to a writer life of some sort? Or general communications? What story am I called to tell? Or can I tell any story as I hustle for work? (Which I really haven't done in so long ... am I rusty?)

Am I too controlling? Want to be in charge or not do anything at all? Or too small? Not wanting to be responsible for anything other than tasks given me?

Pre-mid-life crisis I guess. Not really a crisis of course. Just thinking...

Trader Joe's flowers for Jane's birthday;