Thursday, June 7, 2007

When I Growed Up

I'm in the hunt for a new job, but I don't want any job. I want a career. Finally ready for something that doesn't have a finite ending date, that has normal hours, normal benefits and even holidays. Pipe dream I know. In this lofty dream of career and comfort there lies one little kink: I have not a clue as to what I'd like to do. Nothing. It's a haze. The other night I was thinking of possibilities of things I'd "like" to do, but even some of them are blase. Here was my uncensored list. Hey look, I'm mildly vulnerable.

Things I could possibly do as an occupation, if experience and/or skill were not factors:

  • Professional storyteller
  • Writer, non-fiction/essayist
  • Writing instructor/educator/professor
  • Artisan dealing with antiques, wood, electrical devices, etc. Hands-on stuff.
  • Experiential education instructor
  • High adventure director
  • Environmental educator
  • Songwriter
  • Speaker
  • Music critic

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