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Wednesday, March 09, 2005

 
Choices man, choices
Sometimes I wonder how I ever made a decision about anything that mattered. Perhaps I wasn't trying to imagine where I wanted to be in five years, ten years, twenty years, and thus didn't have the weight of those milemarkers pulling me down. Should I go to law school? Which school should I go to? Should I stay in Chicago? The idea of going back to school itself seems safe enough, I've been in school for most of my life. The problem is that you don't go to grad school for fun--it should be a well thought out decision, and one that you hope will lead you to an interesting line of work. I sometimes have a hard time knowing what is going to make me happy today, or tomorrow, let alone three years from now when I would be finishing school, or ten years from now when I'll be 34 and might be looking to reproduce, or thirty years from now when I'm 54, menopausal and having a slightly late midlife crisis.

Comments:
It's impossible to predict what life will be like 5 or 10 years from now. Do what feels right now, and the rest of life will follow as it should. Because really, things will happen in the coming years that you don't even see coming yet, and they will help determine (or dictate) your course as well :) My 2 cents (you know I've never been of the angsty sort). -Tara
 
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