An Ideal

In the past year, things have changed drastiacally, and I find myself constantly asking myself the question, "What do you want to do with your life?"
Yesterday at church, the pastor was preaching on 1 Timothy 3--specifically the qualifications of elders--and he encouraged young boys to see if there was a certain burning in their hearts, a feeling that maybe they should head toward ministry. He said that, at 10, he had felt a strong desire to go into pastoring, and therefore, had spent his life heading down that course.
I paused in my notetaking, and I tried to think of anything I'd felt a burning passion toward.
I work in a Kindergarten at present, and I'm taking evening classes to become certified to teach Secondary English. I love Kindergarten, but it's not my passion. High School English is much closer to a passion (certainly, it's easier to feel passionate about Chaucer and Dante than it is to feel passionate about the letter "M").
There are only two things that burn in my heart as passions: traveling (and good luck making a career out of this) and writing (good luck making a career out of that either!)
But then, it hit me. And now, naturally, I have the rest of my life figured out.
I want to be a teacher in a foreign country who moonlights as a travel writer.
In other words, when I have my certificate in 2013, I want to move to one of those overseas boarding schools (Dakar? Santiago, DR? Vienna?), and then, in my free time (let's hope I have some), I'll write accounts of everything I do and learn and experience while overseas.
The idea seems brilliant to me.
Of course, let's examine my current position.
I'm sitting behind a desk at my night job, preparing to answer calls that rarely come in. I'm reading Lost on Planet China and eating leftover Lunchables.
About anything sounds good right now. Still, I think I can say in a clear-headed way that I want to moonlight as a travel writer.
Let's see how this goes...