There are more weird jobs around today. There are. Twenty years ago there were a few paths you could take. You went to school, you graduated, you had your degree and you knew what to do with it. You could go to more school, lots didn't though, or you could get a certificate and then be on your way.
Now graduates are running around with all sorts of glittery ideas in their heads. I have a degree but no path. I can do anything I want. That is a great feeling, but also kind of feels like a giant is slowly trying to crush you beneath his foot and you are running along trying to escape.
How many directions can I go in? So many. That is the answer. And while I know what I want, until I get there can consist of seventeen paths. Some will lead to others and some may leave me in an abyss then it's back to the beginning.
I am in the process in deciding , or actually waiting I should say for the right path to gobble me up. I don't know if I can pretend to be on vacation forever. Or can I? Is that possible? Really is that a thing?
I had a better point to this that I forgot.
Oh, more options. That's where I was. If a kid wants to go to more school she can, if she wants to practice her art while working in food service until she gets famous she can. Or we can all pick jobs that people never heard of that have nothing to do with anything we have ever studied. The possibilities are endless.
Sometimes I think my parents look at me like they don't understand half of what I am talking about. They tell me to go for whatever I want and they cheer me on which is heavily appreciated but I can't help but wonder if they think insanity has slipped in.
If I believed in signs, I'd be waiting for one. I have to choose between a life of means and a life of borderline poverty. I can write on the walls of my cardboard box, which would actually give me some writing material. I can be a struggling writer till I make it or I can try to make it while I struggle to write.