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?
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