“If you don’t know where you’re going, any road’ll take you there”
― George Harrison
Maybe it’s that Fynn is going to school next year or that Mia’s therapists have been talking about school, but I’ve been thinking of not only school but work. A couple years ago (or a few?), I stopped working to stay home with Fynn and then Mia. I’ve never regretted the decision. I mean, I don’t usually regret things that have to do with my work. I just do what I do. Whether it’s working in the arts, event management, PR, financial aid, going to graduate school, or just staying home, I just do what I do. Does it need an explanation?
Throughout the years, I figured that I would just take one opportunity and then the next and then eventually I would know what I wanted to do, you know, for a career.
And now here it is again, that question. “What do you want to do?” I know what I don’t want to do. I guess that’s a start. The problem is that I still don’t know.
I read an article recently that quoted someone who quoted someone else (don’t you love those?), that said that you should do what you wanted to do in second grade. Apparently when you were in second grade, whatever it was you wanted to do was what you were supposed to do. I’m going to be really honest here. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep or that more brain cells died during pregnancy than I thought, but I cannot for the life of me remember what my second grade self wanted to be when she grew up. Do you? I can barely remember what teacher I had in second grade. Maybe I was just so desperate to leave my small town that my only wish was to live in a city. I guess I accomplished the desires of my second grade heart. Crap. Now what?
In the meantime, I guess I’ll have to figure it out. Good thing I still have a little while. In the meantime, I think pool time is near.