I posted just last week about not knowing what I want to be when I grow up. – Read: When I Grow Up I Wanna Be a Firetruck.
I can’t get this off my mind. I have been thinking and thinking and mulling this idea over in my head and my heart. It all boils down to, “Why did I ever stop doing the things I loved?”
The only tangible reason I can think of was that I was worried about getting hurt.
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Yes, I realize it has been a long time. No excuses from me and no questions from you, alright?
I am going to be 34 years old in two weeks.
In two weeks time, I am going to not just be jobless, but also careerless. If you don’t understand the difference between the two, let me explain:
Job = temporary work placement that is not necessarily in the field of choice you desire, but hey, at least it is employment!
Career = an assembly of all the jobs you have taken in a certain field that provides opportunity for advancement, personal growth and knowledge.
I am not excited to be entering this year of my life with yet another ball of feelings telling me I am not accomplishing what I am supposed to be doing.
I am more confused than ever, actually.
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