Indecisive
I have been called indecisive by most people in my life, those that haven't called me indecisive don't know me very well.
When I grew up I wanted to be a vet, a lawyer, a journalist, a writer, and artist (yeah, kind of the same thing). I still want to be all of those things, but stopped when I thought I couldn't. I mean, I really thought I could, but I let other people's words get in my head.
I couldn't be a vet because that was a lot of school and I wouldn't want to be in school for that long, (ha look at me now second bachelor's degree!)
I couldn't be a good lawyer because I couldn't argue a point logically (Still don't get that one)
I couldn't be a journalist or a writer or artist because there is no money in it and you can't make a life on commission. Yeah well, I can agree with that one. I can't live on commission, too stressful. Living paycheck to paycheck is stressful enough.
So instead I settled. I was happy with the job, living paycheck to paycheck, working minimum wage with a 4-year degree. It was a lot of fun. Except there wasn't a lot of upward movement (you could see the top from the bottom) and in order to move up to that top position I needed to move anywhere in the states for a low paying job that I would have to live off of. Most people in this profession have second jobs! Eventually I decided I would rater have a solid career near my family than knowing I would have to move in order to go further.
So back to school, for none of the above. But there is always the itch to write. I know I have to repeat something over and over to get better, that's just how my brain is wired. On top of making time for the people in my life, school, work, a house to maintain, and a wedding to plan I don't find much time. So here are my indecisive writings on the writing I don't get to do. Ideas, short stories, novel ideas and amateur reviews.
But for now, I have finals this week. (insert snotting, sloppy sobbing here)
When I grew up I wanted to be a vet, a lawyer, a journalist, a writer, and artist (yeah, kind of the same thing). I still want to be all of those things, but stopped when I thought I couldn't. I mean, I really thought I could, but I let other people's words get in my head.
I couldn't be a vet because that was a lot of school and I wouldn't want to be in school for that long, (ha look at me now second bachelor's degree!)
I couldn't be a good lawyer because I couldn't argue a point logically (Still don't get that one)
I couldn't be a journalist or a writer or artist because there is no money in it and you can't make a life on commission. Yeah well, I can agree with that one. I can't live on commission, too stressful. Living paycheck to paycheck is stressful enough.
So instead I settled. I was happy with the job, living paycheck to paycheck, working minimum wage with a 4-year degree. It was a lot of fun. Except there wasn't a lot of upward movement (you could see the top from the bottom) and in order to move up to that top position I needed to move anywhere in the states for a low paying job that I would have to live off of. Most people in this profession have second jobs! Eventually I decided I would rater have a solid career near my family than knowing I would have to move in order to go further.
So back to school, for none of the above. But there is always the itch to write. I know I have to repeat something over and over to get better, that's just how my brain is wired. On top of making time for the people in my life, school, work, a house to maintain, and a wedding to plan I don't find much time. So here are my indecisive writings on the writing I don't get to do. Ideas, short stories, novel ideas and amateur reviews.
But for now, I have finals this week. (insert snotting, sloppy sobbing here)
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