it is amazing how life seems to dissappear once one has gotten through the first 21 years. In 12 days, I will be 22 years old. Now, 21 didn't feel different than any other year- but 22 makes me sound like some sort an adult. I don't know how I feel about that.
Living in Berkeley is really special sometimes. My favorite activity as of late is biking to and from work up the bike path street running north/south. These precious 30-minute intervals of travel are the only times during the day when I feel like I actually own my life. At work, I sit behind a computer all day and function as the missing gear in this giant non-profit machine. At home, I attempt to grasp my limited free time, but for the most part it ends up being filled with sleep. But those few minutes each day I spend biking- they are all mine, fully awake, I own each and every second.
Still, this does not leave me happy. I'm just trying to figure out what I should do... in the next couple of weeks... in the next few years. I have so many interests and its the quantity of my interests that gets me into trouble. If I had found one thing that I truely loved and poured my heart and soul into it throughout college, i'd be a lot better off career-wise right now. But instead I took 300 credits and never stopped to really focus on anything. -- Now I'm longing to go back to school, but am afraid of taking out loans for any further education until I'm 100% sure it's investing in something I will enjoy spending most of the rest of my life doing.
I'm considering a few different graduate tracks-- maybe I'll get an MA in Drama Therapy. Maybe I'll go back to school for a post-bacc certif. in painting/drawing so that I can get an MFA in fine art. Or maybe I'll somehow study film... even though I don't have any of the prereq's yet. Maybe I'll go to school for journalism... because I need to learn how to be a better writer before I can get a job doing it. Or maybe I'll wait a few years and apply for that MFA in directing (theatre) that I've always wanted. But that seems too far off and I'm impatient. -- I wish I went to art school. At the time, it seemed like a bad option- what kind of job would I get with a degree in art? Now I realize this was actually a stupid question to ask when I didn't have an answer. I would have gotten a job I actually at least half liked-- not some job in marketing that I basically hate. -- If I had to work in graphic design for a living, even if it was in the marketing field-- it would at least be more fullfilling than what i'm doing now. Eh...
Living in Berkeley is really special sometimes. My favorite activity as of late is biking to and from work up the bike path street running north/south. These precious 30-minute intervals of travel are the only times during the day when I feel like I actually own my life. At work, I sit behind a computer all day and function as the missing gear in this giant non-profit machine. At home, I attempt to grasp my limited free time, but for the most part it ends up being filled with sleep. But those few minutes each day I spend biking- they are all mine, fully awake, I own each and every second.
Still, this does not leave me happy. I'm just trying to figure out what I should do... in the next couple of weeks... in the next few years. I have so many interests and its the quantity of my interests that gets me into trouble. If I had found one thing that I truely loved and poured my heart and soul into it throughout college, i'd be a lot better off career-wise right now. But instead I took 300 credits and never stopped to really focus on anything. -- Now I'm longing to go back to school, but am afraid of taking out loans for any further education until I'm 100% sure it's investing in something I will enjoy spending most of the rest of my life doing.
I'm considering a few different graduate tracks-- maybe I'll get an MA in Drama Therapy. Maybe I'll go back to school for a post-bacc certif. in painting/drawing so that I can get an MFA in fine art. Or maybe I'll somehow study film... even though I don't have any of the prereq's yet. Maybe I'll go to school for journalism... because I need to learn how to be a better writer before I can get a job doing it. Or maybe I'll wait a few years and apply for that MFA in directing (theatre) that I've always wanted. But that seems too far off and I'm impatient. -- I wish I went to art school. At the time, it seemed like a bad option- what kind of job would I get with a degree in art? Now I realize this was actually a stupid question to ask when I didn't have an answer. I would have gotten a job I actually at least half liked-- not some job in marketing that I basically hate. -- If I had to work in graphic design for a living, even if it was in the marketing field-- it would at least be more fullfilling than what i'm doing now. Eh...
i did go to grad school. i live in pittsburgh now. i got fully funded in a phd program. i read for a living for the next six years. in a lot of ways, it's heaven. i don't know how i got this lucky.