Hello, and welcome to my blog.
I am creating this for all those twenty-somethings in the world who are not sure yet what we want to be when we grow up. This blog is for each seventh-year college senior who has majored in everything from music to mechanical engineering, from English to entomology, and is still unsure as to what path life holds in store for them. Every time I believe I have found my own path, the way always becomes too thorny or dead-ends at some (seemingly) impassable gorge. Many times I feel as though I have cleared just enough of the under-brush to get a taste of what a particular career path might encompass, but the trail suddenly ends cold and a new road begins just where the old trail stops. Thus, my search for an answer to the mystic question "what should I do with my life?" has no epicenter from which (and to which) all my paths may lead. Instead, I wander along a single route that begins where the last left-off. Why can I not follow this one trail back to its origin, you might ask? Because the thorn bushes that are hazy forgetfulness and disorientation are never quite attacked at their roots and always quickly re-emerge behind me.
I am creating this for all those twenty-somethings in the world who are not sure yet what we want to be when we grow up. This blog is for each seventh-year college senior who has majored in everything from music to mechanical engineering, from English to entomology, and is still unsure as to what path life holds in store for them. Every time I believe I have found my own path, the way always becomes too thorny or dead-ends at some (seemingly) impassable gorge. Many times I feel as though I have cleared just enough of the under-brush to get a taste of what a particular career path might encompass, but the trail suddenly ends cold and a new road begins just where the old trail stops. Thus, my search for an answer to the mystic question "what should I do with my life?" has no epicenter from which (and to which) all my paths may lead. Instead, I wander along a single route that begins where the last left-off. Why can I not follow this one trail back to its origin, you might ask? Because the thorn bushes that are hazy forgetfulness and disorientation are never quite attacked at their roots and always quickly re-emerge behind me.
...Alas I wake to face the day-
My dues are met, but my course unset,
And Lo! I am drifting away.
