So recently I have been doing the cliche thing of contemplating galactic insignificance in the grand scheme of things (see how I incorporated a cliche, with the mention of cliche... har har) and have come to realize... why did I automatically rule out a career in medicine? Or law? Because of 4 more years of school? Ha! What will those four years really be in my life when I am 35? In the flow of this thought process I really talked myself into a new major almost. Of course I won't act on it immediately, but I really just decided that I would like to make a career. Not one of those careers that last 10 years then I move on to another. One of those careers where, when people ask me what I do I say "NFKSNKLFN". I know what I do. I went to school for 8 years to do this and guess what... I make a shit ton of money doing it to. So, take that life.
But who knows, maybe my major will ultimately never change. At least I felt powerful in this one moment.
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