Finding myself

The last few weeks I've been thinking about who I am without Gene.  Finding myself seems to be so hard.  What do I really love?  What do I really hate?  What do I want to do with the rest of my life.  I can't just sit around watching TV and feeling sorry for myself.  I don't like my job so I've started looking for a new one.  I put my resume up on Monster and got a hit.  They called me today so I need to call them back tomorrow.  I don't know anything about what they are offering but I'm curious to find out. 
I know I hate to wash my car and rake leaves.  I know I love where I live and I can't imagine living anywhere else.  I love to garden, but I hate to weed.  I like to travel to see my friends and feel really good when I'm around them.  I love to take care of the yard and feel gratification when it looks really good.  I like when my house is clean but haven't had much motivation to do it for myself.  I did everything when Gene was alive because he was here and I wanted to make a nice home for him and my son.  With Gene gone and my son moved out, I'm satisfied with the house being neat but not necessarily as clean as I used to keep it.
That's about as much as I've been able to come up with for now.  My goal is to find the motivation to do things for myself.