Saturday, January 7, 2012

When I Grow Up

I said recently that I didn't know why I was doing that thing I do.  You know, school, school, and more school.  Something else I know, is that the easy part of decision making is deciding what's wrong, or what isn't a good idea.  The hard part comes in when we try and come up with alternatives.
TCoTFW: I actually proposed a research project focusing on the different types of cognitive reasoning and how to produce the most understanding in students with all the different types of questions.  It was all good until I decided that teaching high school is not for me.  In no small part due to the fact that high school should be a compound word, in my opinion.
So, since I'm slightly less than thrilled about this current course of action (no doubt brought to the limelight by the fact that I'm entering yet another semester, and people keep asking, "How many years left?" and "What are you going to do when you're done?" and I don't have answers to either question.  "Quite a few." and "Who knows" are my answers right now.) I decided to entertain some alternatives.

  1. Cook.  As in, be a cook.  So we had friends over for dinner last night.  The chicken pot pie, well, it was good, but it wasn't my best.  And I don't know why.  So I'll keep cooking, but that's not something I'm going to be able to just jump into.  Plus, I left out the peas, which is apparently a grievous affront to pea-in-the-pie lovers everywhere.  I'm sorry.
  2. Baker.  I also served some of THE. BEST. BROWNIES. eva.  As another TCoTFW, I love boxed brownies.  Love them, as in prefer them to homemade most of the time.  But these.  Oh my Lawd, they were wonderful!  Added in some little bits of dark chocolate, and while they were still a little warm, I tell you what; I'm never going back.  Oh, so, be a baker.  Well, I still like this idea, I'm working out some particulars.  Depending on how things go, I may have some news to share in a month or three.  You're just going to have to wait and see.  So this is still an option.
  3. Nutrition Expert.  HA.  Just wanted to see you laugh.  Not that I can see you, because that would be crazy.  Oh, and in case you wondered how that meal the other night worked out with WW, well, let's say that I'm eating celery more often just to make it through this first week without failing.
  4. Fire Builder.  I don't know that this is actually a profession, but I'm pretty awesome at it.  FTR.  For my resume, I submit the following photos:

You think that won't all burn?
You don't even KNOW what termite riddled, dried and rotted-out wood can do.
P.S.- I chopped all of that thar wood.
2 activity points for me.  BooyAH!

And now, at the end of my Saturday (for I am most surely going to bed once I hit "Publish") I have another viable option: Purse Maker.  Or, at least, it hasn't been shot down yet.  I've whipped up 3 today, and nearly finished a pair of the most awesome pants ever (more to come on that, later, too!).  But again, for only God knows what reason, I'm not in love with it.  Yes, it's fun.  But in moderation.  Really, everything up there on my list, including the school, in moderation.  

That's where I'm at.  I feel like I could go all out with a job title like Kept Woman (although that implies some... something scandalous, I don't know) or Housewife (although I don't know that wood-chopper-extraordinaire is generally in that category).  Those job titles may afford me the freedom to pursue all of these fleeting amusements in moderation.  But then there's that funny little "afford" phrase... Also, it seems like me shirking adulthood, for no very good reason.

Basically, for the second post in a row, I don't know what I want to do when I grow up.  And it seems that grown-up-ness is rapidly finding me.  Aren't you glad you stopped in?  Next time, I'll invite you to the fire.  That definitely will make you happy.  

FireWife out.

1 comment:

  1. If you think "Housewife" is shirking adulthood, amend it to "Stay-at-Home Mom." It means that someday the kid(s) will be in school and you'll be able to do some of the other things on the list, and in the meantime, you'll never /not/ feel like an adult. ;)

    I'm so with you on not feeling like a grown up. I'm also in denial that I'm 26. For some reason, I still think I'm 23. Not sure why that's when I decided to stop aging, but there it is. And somehow it seems MUCH less grown-up than 26.


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