Following My Bliss

Reading Joseph Campbell's 'The Power of Myth'. It's a transcript of the series he & Bill Moyers did for PBS/BBC way back when. I've flipped through it on occasion, but I've never sat down & read it cover to cover. I realized there is a lot of comparing the Christian mysteries to other motifs in myths, and at a younger, more militantly Wiccan phase in my life, I probably didn't want to read anything about the Christ figure or Christianity itself. Now that I'm a lot older and more accepting & tolerant, well... I know all the connections already. Right now I'm at a part in the book where Moyers & Campbell are talking about following one's bliss. How Campbell came from a family that was supportive of his drive to become a scholar and writer, how he spent time during the Great Depression living in a tiny cabin w/no running water just studying, how he came to greater self-acceptance and self-knowledge because he was allowed to 'follow his bliss'.

Must be nice, to know what your bliss is and to be able to follow it. That's really why I leave Rob alone. It frustrates me to no end that he can't put his frustration aside & just go to work & put up w/the bullshit to bring in some cash. But then again, his bliss is to sit on the couch, watch tv & play video games. So be it. Who am I to force him into unhappy servitude for material gain? It's not even my bliss, doing what I've been doing all these years, the endless tedium and suffering.

But what is my bliss? I don't know it. I can't follow it because even though I know it's most certainly NOT what I'm doing now, I don't know what it is. And I don't know if I'll ever find out what my bliss is. So I might as well just keep busy til I find it. I just wish I could do something else somewhere else while I'm waiting around.