Irony at its Best

How ironic is it that I work in an office dedicated to helping people figure out what they want to do with their lives, and I don't know what I want to do with my life?! I just can't imagine what I'd like to do. Sure, I'd be good at almost anything I put my mind to, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm almost 29 years old and I still don't know what I like to do! What I'd really like is to read for a living (but in a social setting) or work outside in the spring only or sit in a coffee shop with friends over tea. What I don't want to do is be stuck in an office all of the time or talk people into things or cold call people or have meetings where the old white men dominate the conversation (and in doing so argue that there are no gender issues in our workplace)! Like the old white man knows what it's like to be shooed to the side because you're a woman or young or not an old white man...I'm getting off topic...this is an issue for another post. Anyways, feel free to make suggestions about what I should do with my life...because I'm definitely not going to spend my life doing what I'm doing now.