Oh, it's only a rest-of-my-life decision
Jun. 3rd, 2008 06:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sherydenOkay, I'm about to grab a snack and settle in to do some writing. I figured I should post something of an update.
I'm still in a cranky and somewhat depressed mood, but I'd rather not go into the whys and wherefores. I took myself to the mall yesterday, though, as I often do when I'm depressed or have writer's block. The mall is one of my centers of gravity, if that makes any sense. The white noise helps distract me while I write.
Anyway, as I was passing the Body Shop, I heard someone yell my name. I wandered back to see who it was, and it turned out it was my old college friend, Emily. We haven't spoken in ages. She told me a mutual friend of ours (who I haven't really spoken to in years) has gotten into Carnegie-Mellon for his PhD. She herself is off to a university in Florida.
This has all reminded me that I'm going to need to start thinking along those lines soon myself. My initial plan was to remain in Ohio and pursue a PhD in History, but I don't know now... Maybe I'll head off somewhere again. The gypsy in me is becoming restless and discontent. On the other hand, I don't particularly want to be away from my family again. I have a rather large and boisterous family, and I spend quite a bit of time with them. Losing that proximity was one of the things I disliked about living in Wisconsin, so I'm not certain if I really want to put myself in the same situation again.
The other thing that I have to decide, of course, is what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. The writing is a no-brainer, but I can do that regardless of degree. I do love teaching at the university, so that seems to be a good path. The down side of that, though, is that stable jobs in academia can be difficult to find. Museum work appeals to me, but that would probably necessitate my moving to an urban area again, which sucks. I could consider getting back into the editing side of writing, too. Or maybe try a degree in journalism.
Yes, I don't know what the hell I want to do with my life. Fuck.
I'm still in a cranky and somewhat depressed mood, but I'd rather not go into the whys and wherefores. I took myself to the mall yesterday, though, as I often do when I'm depressed or have writer's block. The mall is one of my centers of gravity, if that makes any sense. The white noise helps distract me while I write.
Anyway, as I was passing the Body Shop, I heard someone yell my name. I wandered back to see who it was, and it turned out it was my old college friend, Emily. We haven't spoken in ages. She told me a mutual friend of ours (who I haven't really spoken to in years) has gotten into Carnegie-Mellon for his PhD. She herself is off to a university in Florida.
This has all reminded me that I'm going to need to start thinking along those lines soon myself. My initial plan was to remain in Ohio and pursue a PhD in History, but I don't know now... Maybe I'll head off somewhere again. The gypsy in me is becoming restless and discontent. On the other hand, I don't particularly want to be away from my family again. I have a rather large and boisterous family, and I spend quite a bit of time with them. Losing that proximity was one of the things I disliked about living in Wisconsin, so I'm not certain if I really want to put myself in the same situation again.
The other thing that I have to decide, of course, is what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. The writing is a no-brainer, but I can do that regardless of degree. I do love teaching at the university, so that seems to be a good path. The down side of that, though, is that stable jobs in academia can be difficult to find. Museum work appeals to me, but that would probably necessitate my moving to an urban area again, which sucks. I could consider getting back into the editing side of writing, too. Or maybe try a degree in journalism.
Yes, I don't know what the hell I want to do with my life. Fuck.
