When asked at any other time about what concerns me most, I would have picked something that affects the nation as a whole; politics, healthcare, the environment. All these are things that I am faced with on a daily basis. I think about how the decisions today will affect me and other 10 years from now. However, as of right now, these are not things that concern me most.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a nurse. I wanted to help people. This goal lasted until one day, a nurse came to visit our classroom, to teach us about nutrition. I was in Kindergarten, and I remember being volunteered to be blindfolded and do a taste-test of pudding. I can't remember why. What I remember later was that I was fed pistachio pudding and I did not like it. After that, thinking that being a nurse meant having to force feed people things they didn't want, I didn't want to be a nurse. I wanted to be Cat Woman.
As the years went by, I changed every career goal according to what struck my fancy. Fashion Designer, Architect, Lead Guitarist, Graphic Designer, Bartender, Black Jack Dealer, Vehicle Customizer, Welder, Spanish Translator,Wedding Planner, Painter, Sculptor, Potter, Writer, Farmer, Retail Manager, and Travel Writer, I have wanted an exciting career of some sort. Girls in my community tend to go toward teaching, nursing or styling hair, and for me, neither were an option I could live with.
Currently, I am working towards a degree in Art, with a minor in Communications, which means that I will be qualified to do a lot of things. However, I'm still not sure what kind of career I will be able to get. This is what concerns me most. I don't know what I am going to be when I grow up, and I'm running out of time.
In May of this year, I have to graduate. I've been in college since 1999, in some form or another. It's been sort of a safe haven. Because of being in school, I've had an excuse not to get married, have children, or have a mortgage. I consider myself lucky to an extent. But lately, I'm worried that I've sold myself short. That I've given up an exciting life for a very warm and comfy security blanket.
This is what concerns me most. In May of this year, I'm hopefully going to receive a diploma for college, and then what am I going to do? I've promised my fiancee that I will marry him, and I've promised myself a house that I've been eyeing for a long time. But what will I be doing on a daily basis to make all this happen? Time will only tell. I just hope that it's something with a variety of things to offer. I hate it when two days of my life are exactly the same. Variety is supposed to be the spice of life. I only hope that a daily 9-5 comes with a little extra spice, just for good measure.
