Today is gorgeous. I mean high of 85, puffy white clouds that resemble forest creatures in the sky, want to wear a bikini top to work, kind of gorgeous.
I want to enjoy this rare glimpse of perfect weather but instead it reminds me of how long I have been in Chicago. 3 months and counting. Three months with no job progress, no career in sight, and what is most scary… no more of a grasp of what I want to do with my life.
I still think I could be a journalist or a writer or an event planner or a teacher or a business woman or a nonprofit director or a vineyard owner or a stay at home mom. In fact I don’t want to pick one of these things; I want to do them all.
And I hear you mom: just pick one and if you don’t like it move on. But in this economy, to get going you need to put ALL of yourself into one pursuit, into one career path.
I guess the real problem is that I can’t do anything half ass. I can’t just pick a career on the hunch I might like it, I need to know, to feel, that I am going to love it.
Just like this perfect day, I want to make a perfect career, filled with forest creatures and bikini tops.
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whoever said patience is a virtue was someone who had nearly everything they wanted.. there are no easy solutions or answers - and that sucks..
ReplyDeleteyou're writing is emotive.. and uniquely delicate at times.. please continue to share your thoughts with the fortunates who get to read your blog..