I love the career path I've chosen, and for about 90% of the time I'm certain I've made the right decision. I'm not doing my dream job, but I'm working towards it and getting closer, which is pretty much all any of us can hope for, right?
Sometimes though, something pops up that makes me think of the other possible routes I could have taken career wise. And that always leaves me feeling a little sad, thinking of the life that could have been, and in many ways I'd have loved to do so very much. Sometimes it feels very unfair that we only get on crack at this 'living' malarkey - there doesn't seem enough time to do all the jobs I want to do!
I'll watch a brilliant, impassioned, educative documentary on a part of history that for some reason impacts me in a way I can't put into words and wonder if I made the right choice. There's a part of me that feels unfulfilled because I'm not getting down and dirty in a trench someplace...
Days like today remind me how much I loved studying sociology, and how passionate I get about how society is created and developed. I literally today couldn't sit still when I was explaining to my group at uni how Anarchy For The UK links with postmodernism, and in turn with metaphysical poets like John Donne. Random link, but trust me, it exists. So then I start thinking about the route I thought about of teaching Sociology a-level and really getting into researching moral panics and folk devils linked with music based subcultures...
And then there's the cafe. My beautiful, musical cafe with cakes that people can only dream of...
There are a whole myriad of stupid career dreams - like playing bass like a demon in a metal band that packs out arena's the world wide... or being a skater that clears up at every event at X Games... - but those dreams are fun, they're the kinds of dreams that remind me of the feeling that anything's possible that I had as a kid. The other ones though, they have a feeling of bittersweet about them; wonderings of what could have been and did I pick the right path?
Sometimes though, something pops up that makes me think of the other possible routes I could have taken career wise. And that always leaves me feeling a little sad, thinking of the life that could have been, and in many ways I'd have loved to do so very much. Sometimes it feels very unfair that we only get on crack at this 'living' malarkey - there doesn't seem enough time to do all the jobs I want to do!
I'll watch a brilliant, impassioned, educative documentary on a part of history that for some reason impacts me in a way I can't put into words and wonder if I made the right choice. There's a part of me that feels unfulfilled because I'm not getting down and dirty in a trench someplace...
Days like today remind me how much I loved studying sociology, and how passionate I get about how society is created and developed. I literally today couldn't sit still when I was explaining to my group at uni how Anarchy For The UK links with postmodernism, and in turn with metaphysical poets like John Donne. Random link, but trust me, it exists. So then I start thinking about the route I thought about of teaching Sociology a-level and really getting into researching moral panics and folk devils linked with music based subcultures...
And then there's the cafe. My beautiful, musical cafe with cakes that people can only dream of...
There are a whole myriad of stupid career dreams - like playing bass like a demon in a metal band that packs out arena's the world wide... or being a skater that clears up at every event at X Games... - but those dreams are fun, they're the kinds of dreams that remind me of the feeling that anything's possible that I had as a kid. The other ones though, they have a feeling of bittersweet about them; wonderings of what could have been and did I pick the right path?
30 Day Song Challenge: Day Twenty Three to Thirty
I missed out on several days last week for one reason and another, so decided to finish it in one hit instead. The last eight entries can be found on the page link at the top of this page.
30 Day Song Challenge: Day Twenty Two - A Song I Listen To When I'm Sad
If I'm sad and I want to wallow in said sadness, then this is one of the songs I'll listen to. Partially because of the lyrics and the mournful nature of the music. But also because I can't hear it without thinking of someone who used to mean the world to me and I've lost (they're not dead - just not part of my life anymore - their choice, not mine). And that combination literally makes my heart ache.
30 Day Song Challenge: Day Twenty One - A Song I Listen To When I'm Happy
Can't help but smile when listening to this song :)
30 Day Song Challenge: Day Twenty - A Song I Listen To When I'm Angry
With the lyrics "why don't you get the fuck out of my face" what more could you need from a song to sing to when you're angry?!
30 Day Song Challenge: Day Nineteen - A Song From My Favourite Album
This is probably the closest I have to a 'favourite album'. Awesome band. Awesome album. Awesome track. Enough said!
30 Day Song Challenge: Day Sixteen - A Song I Used To Love But Now Hate
I'm a day late doing this one, which is largely due to the fact that I couldn't find a song for it. Any songs I could say I actually 'hate' are ones I've never even liked, let alone loved. And ones I used to love, I can't hate because it still has attached to it whatever the reason was that made me love it in the first place. This song is as close as I could come up with really. I never loved it, but did like it definitely. Unfortunately it got so overused on television programmes that it now has become a parody of itself really.
30 Day Song Challenge: Day Fifteen - A Song That Describes Me
I am nothing more than a line in your book...
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