What Do I Really Want Out of Life?

I asked myself this today, with my toes sinking into the sand as the fog rolled into the beach. All my life, I worked hard to become what I thought I needed to be: successful, loved, respected. I have a college degree, credentials after my name, a gritty job, a handsome boyfriend, fancy dinners monthly, and a new car. So why do I feel so fragmented? I barely know what I want anymore.

Seeing so much death, I try to numb the stress and trauma of my job. I feel held hostage. Held hostage by my soul-crushing career, hypocritical and backstabbing bosses and co-workers. Held hostage by my emotionally abusive boyfriend. A hostage of money, responsibility, spending habits, and debt. This is not what I wanted. Parts of it, yes, but this doesn't make me happy. Last night I sat down and prayed to god to guide me in changing my life. I'm ready to do the work.

Poll: What aspects of your life would you like to change?