To Be or Not to Be - random thoughts

I'll be honest, I am not a big fan of William Shakespeare and his plays.  But I do remember remnants of Hamlet's famous soliloquy:

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles...

"Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer..Or to take arms" seems clearly to ask whether it is better to be stoically passive to life's troubles or heroically active against them.
I think that this is a question I am asking myself, in my own mid-life  identity crisis - my  not sure what I want to when I grow up but perhaps it's easier to just stay the course and keep paying the mortgage situation that I find myself in at the moment.

I left a job that I hated, partly of choice, partly because I could not live up to their expecations.  either way, it was the right choice and I am grateful to put the nightmare behind me.

But have I?  I still have dreams about that place - and I wake up early every morning wondering what I could/should have done - knowing that I worked hard and finding that it simply wasn't good enough for them.  Do I want to run the risk of going back into that kind of work again?  Was it the work or just the environment?  Like any messy break up, it seem to boil down to the classic excuse:
It's not you, it's me... I need to see other people...o.k., maybe it's you.

I went to a job interview today.  It went extremely well, far as I can tell.  Certainly the questions were easy, predictable almost, and there seemed to be an easy rapport between the interviewers and myself.
The job is nothing new, but the work would be interesting.  The environment appears to be fairly mellow, as does the manager.  Could be a good fit for me. 

But, is this all there is for Jan?  To be a Career Specialist or not to be... that is the question.

Maybe I am in the right career, but have strayed off the path and gotten a bit lost.  Perhaps I have been accompanied by some old ghosts and spend too much time reminiscing about the "good ol' days" (sarcasm).  Or, is it possible that I just really am ready to evolve into something/one else?

Today, I just don't know. Probably tomorrow I will. For now, what I do know for sure is...

It's me, Jan