Change.
I am scared of what the future holds, and there is a certain discomfort that comes from having no clue about what I'm going to do next year or for the rest of my life. But there is a pleasure in this wide openneess. There is a playfulness in being able to imagine oneself in all kinds of different roles. I feel like a child playing make believe as I indulge in "Maybe I could be..."
Last night as I walked, I thought of myself in about 10 different careers.
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What were they?
Let's see: I thought I could do a Ph.D when H gets done, a pediatric nurse, a midwife (shocker), a homeopathic doctor, a chiropracter, a holistic nutritionist,...okay not ten:P And of course a writer but I suspect I'll always be that no matter what else I do.
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