I had this fantasy that when I saw it, I would know.
It didn't happen like that.
Instead, I tried 24 different jobs.
Even when I started working for myself, I didn't know what I wanted.
I read book after book about finding your way.
I learned some subtle lessons but, if there was pragmatic help in there, I was blind to it at the time.
I provided services that I knew I could offer to an adequate standard.
My offering started off too broad.
I whittled it down to a niche.
I realised I didn't like certain parts of the work.
I started saying no.
It makes sense that way has other definitions than the first one that comes up
"way ˈwā noun
1. a thoroughfare for travel or transportation from place to place
4. characteristic, regular, or habitual manner or mode of being, behaving, or happening
5. manner or method of doing or happening"
(source: Merriam Webster)
In the end, I tried enough things that I have collected a selection of things that are the most gratifying for me to do. I'm better at them than most. They give me room to be creative and experiment and grow. They stretch me.
And so the way looks less like a path and looks more like a set of tools in a pack, a group of travelling companions, and a general sense of the next destination (though not necessarily the one after, let alone the final one).
I hope you find yours.