Vacant Illumination

Here it is, 6:30 AM on the middle day of a three day weekend and I can't sleep. I've been up for over an hour, out of bed for over half an hour, and I'm finally trying to do something productive by at least writing out my thoughts. Basically I can't sleep because I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do in life. Career wise that is. I don't mind doing what I'm doing, but it sure as hell won't make me comfortable in life. First off, I never thought I'd live to see 37, let alone still be living paycheck to paycheck at this age with no foreseeable relief on the horizon. The problem is, I don't know what else I'd want to do. I've tried doing computer stuff, but quite honestly it bores me and I really don't like trying to fix everyone's computer problems. I'm not a helper or nurturer. I get frustrated easily with people that want me to fix their problems. That's just not my personality, and it never will be so things like desktop support just aren't going to work for me. My other problem seems to be a lack of a degree, and unfortunately right now returning to school isn't an option. My wife is too entwined in her job to leave it and become the breadwinner temporarily so that I can take a more flexible, albeit lower paying wage, to return to school. I am great with coming up with reasons I can't do something, but I am horrible at coming up with reasons I can do something. This, however, circles back to the fact I have no idea what I want to do. I'm sure if I could figure that part out, I would be able to put aside the excuse and get it done. Here's hoping inspiration strikes soon, the longer it takes, the deeper my hole gets.