Sometimes I swear there are days we should never get out of bed.
I had a crappy interview. One that made me debate the pros and cons of driving off a cliff or swerving to try to hit a deer. I take that back, it wasn't crappy. And it wasn't even a real interview. It just...was. It just...happened... And now more than ever I'm frustrated with my lack of direction.
What am I going to do with my life? I have no idea.
My passion? I don't have one.
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How do you find your calling when you're interested in everything, good at a lot of things, fantastic at none, and crappy at only a few? Let's make a list.
The Breakdown
1. Teaching.
I love the idea. I like kids for the most part, and I loooooove learning. I think I could be good at getting kids excited about science or history or a foreign language. Plus, I'd constantly be learning as well, so I wouldn't get bored. I don't know how well I'd handle high school kids since I can still blend in with them. Let's face it, if a 6'1 jock decides to pull crap in my class, what would I really be able to do? I'm just not threatening enough...or threatening at all. Also, the idea of all the public school system's standards and tests and mandates are less than thrilling. :/
2. Travel Writer.
Oh-em-gee, I could be such a badass travel writer. I LIVE for traveling. Seriously. But what kind of living could I make writing articles and shopping them around to travel mags and newspapers? Maybe a few hundred bucks here and there. And I'd have to travel alot. Which I'd love...for about the first year. Maybe two. And then I'd get tired. I'd only want to go so often, and I'd want to go only the places I'm interested in going. SO logically I'd need a back-up or part-time job to go with...which brings us back to square one, what job/career do I want?
3. Translator
Oh the places I could go. There's the government translator route or a corporate route...there's options. But I'd have to work so incredibly hard to become fluent. Can I really learn an entire language other than my own?? Would it be easier to learn Italian or French or Spanish since I've had so much Spanish? Or should I just continue to slug my way through German? Because, let's face it, that's what I'm doing: bringing the slugging closer to you one day at a time.
4. Airline stewardess.
Hear me out. Travel. Never too much time in one place. New people. Okay, okay, difficult, cranky, obnoxious people. And quick turnarounds leaving no time to sightsee. And lots of time on my feet in heels. Yikes.
5. Singer/songwriter.
Haha. If I was anywhere near good enough, sure. And if I didn't hate attention. Seriously. People watching me makes me nervous. But I love singing, even with my limited range. I sing in the car, in the shower, when I'm alone and walking to class...as long as I'm alone. :)
6. Cosmetologist/Hairdresser.
Crazy, right? I'm so NOT the girly-girl, but playing dress-up has it's appeal. Plus, it's not on ME, so I'm okay with that. And you know, it's nice to feel pretty. I think it'd be nice to make people feel pretty. Buttttt then I think of that scene is Grease where it's revealed that Frenchie messed up her chemistry and dyed her hair pink by accident. THAT would be me.
7. Crotchety, wrinkly, eccentric history professor.
Please! Unfortunately, this would take a history degree (more school???!!! Dear God, please no more!). And lots of papers. Probably a few arrests. And years of unhealthy sun exposure. Maybe not. Maybe I could pull off the deathly-pale-never-stepped-out-of-the-library look...
So I'm lost. Seriously.
I'm gonna start a club. The Undecideds, complete with clubhouse.
The Breakdown
1. Teaching.
I love the idea. I like kids for the most part, and I loooooove learning. I think I could be good at getting kids excited about science or history or a foreign language. Plus, I'd constantly be learning as well, so I wouldn't get bored. I don't know how well I'd handle high school kids since I can still blend in with them. Let's face it, if a 6'1 jock decides to pull crap in my class, what would I really be able to do? I'm just not threatening enough...or threatening at all. Also, the idea of all the public school system's standards and tests and mandates are less than thrilling. :/
2. Travel Writer.
Oh-em-gee, I could be such a badass travel writer. I LIVE for traveling. Seriously. But what kind of living could I make writing articles and shopping them around to travel mags and newspapers? Maybe a few hundred bucks here and there. And I'd have to travel alot. Which I'd love...for about the first year. Maybe two. And then I'd get tired. I'd only want to go so often, and I'd want to go only the places I'm interested in going. SO logically I'd need a back-up or part-time job to go with...which brings us back to square one, what job/career do I want?
3. Translator
Oh the places I could go. There's the government translator route or a corporate route...there's options. But I'd have to work so incredibly hard to become fluent. Can I really learn an entire language other than my own?? Would it be easier to learn Italian or French or Spanish since I've had so much Spanish? Or should I just continue to slug my way through German? Because, let's face it, that's what I'm doing: bringing the slugging closer to you one day at a time.
4. Airline stewardess.
Hear me out. Travel. Never too much time in one place. New people. Okay, okay, difficult, cranky, obnoxious people. And quick turnarounds leaving no time to sightsee. And lots of time on my feet in heels. Yikes.
5. Singer/songwriter.
Haha. If I was anywhere near good enough, sure. And if I didn't hate attention. Seriously. People watching me makes me nervous. But I love singing, even with my limited range. I sing in the car, in the shower, when I'm alone and walking to class...as long as I'm alone. :)
6. Cosmetologist/Hairdresser.
Crazy, right? I'm so NOT the girly-girl, but playing dress-up has it's appeal. Plus, it's not on ME, so I'm okay with that. And you know, it's nice to feel pretty. I think it'd be nice to make people feel pretty. Buttttt then I think of that scene is Grease where it's revealed that Frenchie messed up her chemistry and dyed her hair pink by accident. THAT would be me.
7. Crotchety, wrinkly, eccentric history professor.
Please! Unfortunately, this would take a history degree (more school???!!! Dear God, please no more!). And lots of papers. Probably a few arrests. And years of unhealthy sun exposure. Maybe not. Maybe I could pull off the deathly-pale-never-stepped-out-of-the-library look...
So I'm lost. Seriously.
I'm gonna start a club. The Undecideds, complete with clubhouse.
2 comments:
I'm so glad I'm not the only person who has no idea what they want to "do" with their life. I say...try out all of the above until you find something that works, or until you win the lottery and/or marry someone fabulously wealthy...and then re-evaluate. :) Glad to find your blog, thanks for the link!!
Oh, the places you'll go... :)
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