This is a question that I have been pondering for the last two years.
I thought I knew in my youth what I wanted to be.
As a teen I wanted to be a schoolteacher then in high school after a few of my teachers saw my gift for writing and poetry enter me in a few contests and I won. so, the bug of writing kind of took over, I wrote a few plays and won a songwriting contest from one of our radio stations in my city.
I had so many rejections letters some I still to this day, so I gave up.
But I am the kind of writer that one still uses a pen and paper to write and two it has to speak to me in order for me to write it.
I stop believing in me because of those letter, fast forward to the present. I have completed another play and working on my first kind of musical, my point is writing is my purpose if I can reach one or two with my stories or stories of others then I am living in my purpose.
I will not and cannot keep giving up on me I have wasted too much time.
whatever you love to do that thing you can't stop thinking about keep going.
I am living proof that no matter what age you can live in your God giving purpose!!