with a lovely boy, fantastic friends, summer around the corner and a good-enough job, i am able to look to the future. i have learned this about myself: until all my immediate ducks are in a row, i can't even imagine looking forward.
as a bartender, i have an expiry date. i can go into management, or open my own place. that's about it. in about 5 years i will be too tired to work 'til 3 am, forcing me to take a job with less money but more humane hours. past that, as a female, and your looks "fade" (what a heartbreaking word to describe aging), you are basically useless.
as i smoked my first cigarette of the day on my brand new deck, i began to wonder: what do i want to study? i feel it goes without saying that i have to go to school. so. what am i passionate about? what do i want to spend thousands of dollars, and hours, learning about?
it is always at this point that i begin to panic. i realize everything i am passionate about it useless in the "real world". loving music isn't a job. being a good friend isn't a career path.
i have toyed with journalism, social work, teaching...but the thought of actually doing any of that for a living after 3-7 years of school kinda makes me uncomfortable.
then i think about my grandparents. their options were so different, and especially for my gramma, so limited. and when did we all decide that our careers had to be our passions? that is what hobbies are for, no? i mean, i love my work but i wouldn't say i am passionate about it. why am i comfortable serving douchebags jager bombs, but the thought of teaching a class of 4th graders makes me itchy?
ultimately, the longer i go humming and hawing, the more limitations i am creating for myself. i turn 29 in ten days. it is not old, but i am hardly truly young. i have sore feet and i start yawning at midnight. i am not running out of time but i am running out of steam.
so. maybe the question shouldn't be, what am i passionate about. perhaps, more realistically, the question is: what can i see myself being content with?