My Umbrella is a Rainbow
Sometimes I wonder why I couldn't have been blessed with the Gift of Knowing What I Want to Do When I Grow Up. It seems my job aspirations turn and twist like a weathervane in a tornado, and so many times I end up thinking, "How did I end up here" and "Where am I going?" With my contract coming to a close in the next 3-6 months, I am once again wondering what path to follow ... What do I want to do when I grow up? I've toyed with going back to school (VUBOQ, Ph.D. is in da house!), but my quandries over what to study (Shouldn't one be passionate about the subject?) coupled with reading bolgs about the dog-eat-dog World of Academia aren't helping to motivate me in that direction. Research? Writing? Environment? Curriculum Development? Federal Government? Private Sector? Non-profit? Right now, I feel like chucking it all, moving somewhere dirt cheap, working part-time in a bookstore, and spending the rest of my time writing, knitting, and making fun po...