7.07.2009

So, remember how I said I was newly unsure of my career?
I had a nice long talk with my mom about it, and she thoroughly approves of me changing my mind. This is what she told me: "If you're going to be a psychiatrist, you'll be raking in money and be able to do whatever you want in your spare time. However, you won't be truly happy. Then, you'll have an early mid-life crisis and decide to go back to school for something you really love. So save yourself the extra years of schooling and just do what you want from the get-go."

And we did some research on "creative" careers. Mostly that involve writing.
Journalist, novelist/author, pro-blogger, and media writer are on the list.
I'll probably end up going into journalism, though...film studies minor, maybe. I would do an English major if it wasn't so boring. Gosh. Just reading through the course list for an English major makes me go to sleep.

I mean, okay. After my first day of internship I thought to myself, "Seriously? It's this boring?". I mean, I hate to be rude. I loved visiting Peachford. But it was so confined, and mundane. I want to live in a big city, do exciting things with my life. NOT sit around in dank old Suburb World.

Whatever, you know? Yeah, I've changed my mind a million times about what I want to do with my life. And I probably will at least once before college starts. But nothing is supposed to be set in stone at this point. Just gotta go with the flow.


ANYWAY.
I went to the airport this morning to pick up my mom's cousin's mom, and while there I was intoxicated by the wonderful feeling of commotion and movement around me and people getting ready to embark on international and cross-country voyages. There is no way I'm going to live through my life not being one of those voyagers.

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