I guess the reason why I’m kind of at a loss about what to do with the rest of my life – and this will sound crazy – is that I used to always think I would die at at 26.
So I never really though beyond that point. And of course I didn’t die at 26, but in an ironic (and pretty sick) twist of fate, my best friend in the world did.
What I’m trying to day is that not only didn’t I plan or imagine anything beyond this point, but now I have to figure out my next steps all by myself without the support of my bud in a world I no longer understand.
God that sounds depressing!
I meant for it so sound confused actually :)
All that has happened and what’s to come (the future) makes me feel small and insecure.
Feb 28, 2007, 06:28AM PST | 2 cheers | 2 comments
I don’t know where to go from here, currently trying to work out what options I have and which ones would make me happiest in the end.
I had no idea what I wanted to do after highschool, went abroad for a year to figure that out, and came back home none the wiser. I then got my BA in communications, which sounded like a good compromise at the time. Turns out this is a completely useless degree, and that it ranks you just above a secretary, but only just.
So now I’m faced with settling for less than I bargained for or giving it one last push and put all my money (literally) on getting a Master’s degree…
The funny thing is, now that I’m a bit older an finally know which subjects really interest me, it feels like the opportunities I had have passed.
:-/
Feb 18, 2007, 04:15PM PST | 1 cheer | 3 comments
