Please You

A friend pointed out to me once that cared a lot about what other people thought of me and took it to heart. I'm going to take this one step further and say that I enjoy pleasing other people. I like to do this so much that sometimes I lose sight of what I want...because I want what they want. If someone thinks I am a good writer and should pursue that, then I will write-write-write because because it would please them. If someone thinks I would be good at _____, then I should do _____ because it would please them. I bring this up because I'm trying to sort out a direction for me. Every time I do so, though, I have someone else in mind: what would they think of me pursuing this? Is this something I want?

Then again, maybe I should stop sorting and just do. But that's a bit difficult when you want to focus on several different things at one time.