WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

I've spent some time trying to determine who the hell I am recently. I can easily label myself as mother, wife, daughter, friend, dog lover and avid tv watcher. But is that it? Is that what my dreams have turned into...A long succession of nouns? My husband keeps telling me, asking me, begging me to find one thing that makes me happy and "do it". He is of course, speaking about a career and not indicating that I sit around on the couch all day staring at the wall. Although when dealing with an almost 3 year old little boy, sometimes staring at the wall in silence is a nice form of down time. Its so easy when you're young to  have grandiose dreams...ballerina, movie star, vet, lawyer. Its when you get older and you realize you have to tackle just one that things get more complicated. I'd love to be a ballerina but I have no rhythm. A movie star? Sure, but I cant act. A vet or a lawyer require how much schooling? So, most of us pick something that requires a 4 year degree, graduate and then fall into a job that leads us into something else. The very few brave souls follow their life long dreams and I am always amazed and impressed by their commitment and certainty to that dream. Then there are a few of us, who graduate, get an easy job, and continue down a path that allows for no job advancement and really brings no self satisfaction at all. Not to mention has earned me less and less money as I've gotten older. And I find myself here at 36, not knowing exactly what it is that would make me happy "job-wise". I can say with certainty that it is not something that puts me at a desk 9 hours a day. Not something where I cant be creative or have flexibility.