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I think I might have come up with a good new idea of what to do with my life- owning a B&B with Vince, writing on the side when I can. It freaks me out- a LOT- to think about not going to grad school, either for an MFA or a PhD, but I see this life working out so much better for me, making me really happy. I love cooking, Vince loves schmoozing with people and working with his hands, I would love owning our own business instead of working for The Man, and I could be creative at the same time...
But owning an inn is hardly a good financial plan- scarcely more reliable than just being a writer or a professor.
So I STILL don't know what to do. Blargh.
Oh, and yeah, I'm back from Europe and stuff. It was fun, especially Scotland, but my triumphant return to Madison was so thrillingly heartwarming it made me never want to leave Vince's side again. Schmoopy and gross, I know. But it's still so novel to feel like this. It makes me all the more excited for our b&b plan, but I know it's not going to be any easier a life than any of my other plans. I feel like it's a more grown-up dream, though, you know? Thinking harder about something that would actually make me happy rather than what would fulfill my somewhat childish ambitions to be a famous writer or noted academic. Still, that ambition is remains a big part of who I am, and I don't know if I can really just toss it away.
Oh, big kid decisions. You're both exciting and terrifying.
Time to work on a butternut squash ravioli project.
But owning an inn is hardly a good financial plan- scarcely more reliable than just being a writer or a professor.
So I STILL don't know what to do. Blargh.
Oh, and yeah, I'm back from Europe and stuff. It was fun, especially Scotland, but my triumphant return to Madison was so thrillingly heartwarming it made me never want to leave Vince's side again. Schmoopy and gross, I know. But it's still so novel to feel like this. It makes me all the more excited for our b&b plan, but I know it's not going to be any easier a life than any of my other plans. I feel like it's a more grown-up dream, though, you know? Thinking harder about something that would actually make me happy rather than what would fulfill my somewhat childish ambitions to be a famous writer or noted academic. Still, that ambition is remains a big part of who I am, and I don't know if I can really just toss it away.
Oh, big kid decisions. You're both exciting and terrifying.
Time to work on a butternut squash ravioli project.