i remember when i was maybe six or seven i wanted to be an artist "when i grew up." i thought that would be a fantastic job! i loved drawing and creating. (still do) i used to imagine myself at an easel with brush and paint splattered all over my shoes.
as time went on i changed occupations in my mind more times than i can count- animal trainer, marine biologist, rock star, i mean, really, the list goes on.
in high school i finally settled on radio broadcasting. i loved having my own show over the airwaves. i felt like i was able to connect with people. that somehow the music i played, or the stories i told made a difference to someone. so i decided i would go to college and major in english/communications with a concentration in broadcast media.
i think i was just addicted to the feeling of making a difference. (not that its a bad thing to be addicted to, but i just think i was confused about why i loved radio so much) it was the mix of the music, story-telling and feeling like i was connecting with someone who was listening.
(which in all fairness to me are like my 3 favorite things, so of course that's why it appealed to me at the time.)
its been a few years, and once again my dream occupation has changed.
in fact, it's not that it really "changed," i don't have a new one in mind- i just feel lost. i don't know what i want to do.
it's not that i no longer feel inspired- i do, it's just there's so much out there. this past year has opened my eyes to so many things. and in a month or so i'm going to be graduating college and entering "the real world" and i no longer have the direction i once had. everything seems so unsure, or, maybe i just seem so unsure.
or maybe, just maybe i need to wander before i find something that feels right. because as j.r.r. tolkien wrote- "not all those who wander are lost."
so, perhaps i just need to wander a bit?
as time went on i changed occupations in my mind more times than i can count- animal trainer, marine biologist, rock star, i mean, really, the list goes on.
in high school i finally settled on radio broadcasting. i loved having my own show over the airwaves. i felt like i was able to connect with people. that somehow the music i played, or the stories i told made a difference to someone. so i decided i would go to college and major in english/communications with a concentration in broadcast media.
i think i was just addicted to the feeling of making a difference. (not that its a bad thing to be addicted to, but i just think i was confused about why i loved radio so much) it was the mix of the music, story-telling and feeling like i was connecting with someone who was listening.
(which in all fairness to me are like my 3 favorite things, so of course that's why it appealed to me at the time.)
its been a few years, and once again my dream occupation has changed.
in fact, it's not that it really "changed," i don't have a new one in mind- i just feel lost. i don't know what i want to do.
it's not that i no longer feel inspired- i do, it's just there's so much out there. this past year has opened my eyes to so many things. and in a month or so i'm going to be graduating college and entering "the real world" and i no longer have the direction i once had. everything seems so unsure, or, maybe i just seem so unsure.
or maybe, just maybe i need to wander before i find something that feels right. because as j.r.r. tolkien wrote- "not all those who wander are lost."
so, perhaps i just need to wander a bit?
