Indecisive. Again. Or am I?

Do you remember writing and/or giving a speech to your fellow 2nd grade classmates about what you will be when you grow up?  Because my mom painstakingly kept, and assembled, documents and pictures from the entirety of my first 18 years of life, I happen to still have my essay on that particular topic (basically...it's more about things I would like to learn, but it illustrates my point well).  I should've recognized then what I have learned to be true in the years since: I am not a good decision-maker, especially when it comes to that whole "career" business. 

Here is that essay, in its entirety (spelling errors will be corrected, but the existing "grammar" will remain intact):

     I wish I was better at piano so that I could learn to play like the people that are in the Cleveland      Orchestra.  I also wish I could cook so that I could have my own cooking show on television, live.  I also want to get better at drawing and coloring, so if I want to when I grow up, I can be a painter with all different colors and kinds of pictures.

     Even though I have a lot of friends, I still want more, because if I lose some friends, I will still have more friends to play with, and to invite over sometime.  I also want to learn more facts about how bodies work and what kinds of bones are in a body.  I also want to get better at writing in cursive, so that I can be an expert when I grow up, so that wenever my child needs a note to get anywhere, if it's a friend's house or vacation or anywhere else you could go to.

     I also wish I could learn different facts about plants and the names of the different kinds of plants and flowers and trees and even grass, as a matter of fact.  I want to be better at everything!

So, there you have it: I was a regular Renaissance Woman at the age of 8.  And, of course, this tendency was further magnified in college, when I switched majors six (yes, six!) times (though the real surprise there is that I still managed to finish in four years!).  I didn't just switch from, say, accounting to finance.  No, here is the progression of majors that I chose: 

   1. French Education

   2. Early Childhood Education

   3. Philosophy and Criminology

   4. Piano Performance and Music Education

   5. French

   6. Mass Communications and Marketing with a French minor

At least I stuck with French for four years.  

Anyway, on the bright side, it's nice to know that I'm a fairly well-rounded person.  My interests are varied and extensive, to say the least.  But, it's also incredibly frustrating.  I continue to come up with "the perfect plan", only to then decide that it's not so perfect.  I come up with "the career choice for which I've been searching" to then elect to keep searching.  And, in the midst of all of this, I continue to formulate goals in my personal life, with and for my family, etc., many of which would be nearly impossible if I ultimately ended up in a more traditional career role (though you can't get much more traditional than being a stay-at-home mom, which is what I do during the day).  I want to write books, redo things in nearly every single room in the house, redo nearly every single thing in the exterior of our house, cook and bake really fun (but much more time-consuming) delights, etc.  But, alas, I'm no Linda Carter (you know, Wonder Woman?!).

I have to be careful, too, because I am constantly walking a fine line: if I become satisfied with where I am now, will "satisfaction" give way to complacency?  But, conversely, if I spend too much time searching for "the next big thing", will I miss out on the joys and opportunities that exist at this point in my life?  And, what dreams deserve more attention?  What dreams need to be pushed out of the way (either to be pursued later or to be eliminated)  because other, more important things have come along to replace them?  

And, mostly, what the heck am I supposed to be doing?!?!