I am in the midst of what I call my quarter life crisis. I went to school, got a degree, got a job with that degree. Now I want out. This job is terrifying, challenging, rewarding, and a hundred other things. For the right person, this job would be wonderful. A match made in Heaven, if you will. I just don’t think I’m the right fit. I’ve had wonderful moments here. And, truly, you could not ask for a better group of people with whom to work. Unfortunately, this job has broken my heart and at times I feel it’s even crushing my soul. As they say, it isn’t for everyone.
Now comes the hard part. Now I have to decide where to go from here. Do I go back to school? And if I do go back to school, what do I study? Do I try to find employment elsewhere with the degree I already have?
There are so many directions to go in, but that is as much the problem as anything. I have so many interests yet I have not found a way to get paid for those passions—at least not without uprooting my life entirely. (Uprooting is easier before you become attached to people.) And with so many options, do you just pick one and hope for the best? I did that already and here I am.
Truly, I am passionate about writing. I started this blog initially for a journalism class. I didn’t follow through with the journalism for various reasons, but my love of writing never went away. If I could get paid to write, I would. But what would I write?
I guess that’s what I’m doing back here on the blog. Writing. I think that if maybe I just start writing, constantly, excessively then my writing will take on a direction. One can hope, at least.
But for now, duty calls. Any writing advice is welcome.