Still waiting
Anonymous was right, and I didn't go to CMU. It's no solution and it's not something for which I'm passionate. If I change my mind down the line, I can always re-apply. Honestly, I think the fact that I got accepted to grad school might be enough for me, at least at this point. It was an exciting thought.
So the search for direction in my life continues. I've been thinking more about my degree and what I could possibly do with it in the psychology field. I came back to the sex therapist idea a bit, but I've also started to lean back toward counseling; this time for addiction and substance abuse. Addiction is intriguing to me, and while I don't know that I'll be able to fully understand it, it's something about which I'm very interested to learn.
Culinary would be wonderful. That thought is especially invasive today since I watched Julie & Julia last night (fantastic film). Not much better than watching a good movie while eating homemade pizza drinking Pinot, cozy under Steve's blanket. Nothing that can quite make your chest ache like that, either. But I digress. While I'd love to go to culinary, I don't want a life or career in culinary. Though, come to think of it, pastry wouldn't be bad.. I could probably do pastry.
In the meantime, I'll continue the two-job life, living at home with my mother, and looking forward to my revelation. Because it's on the way. It has to be.
So the search for direction in my life continues. I've been thinking more about my degree and what I could possibly do with it in the psychology field. I came back to the sex therapist idea a bit, but I've also started to lean back toward counseling; this time for addiction and substance abuse. Addiction is intriguing to me, and while I don't know that I'll be able to fully understand it, it's something about which I'm very interested to learn.
Culinary would be wonderful. That thought is especially invasive today since I watched Julie & Julia last night (fantastic film). Not much better than watching a good movie while eating homemade pizza drinking Pinot, cozy under Steve's blanket. Nothing that can quite make your chest ache like that, either. But I digress. While I'd love to go to culinary, I don't want a life or career in culinary. Though, come to think of it, pastry wouldn't be bad.. I could probably do pastry.
In the meantime, I'll continue the two-job life, living at home with my mother, and looking forward to my revelation. Because it's on the way. It has to be.