I don't know if it's my old beanie baby collection, old school projects looming in the closet, or just being back that makes living in my childhood room feel like I failed. I am not talking about a massive, the world is ending kind of failure, just a little set-back. Like I failed a quiz, not the whole semester.
I have no idea what I want to do with my life.
Anthropologist. Model. Writer. Gymnast. Pediatrician (specializing in dwarfism). Psychologist. Historic costume curator. All these things I wanted to be growing up just don't seem to fit anymore. And that's part of why I have started this blog. Maybe if I write about it, I can gain some insight into my slightly murky post-graduate life. And it gives me something to do in the meantime.
So here's to finding my muse and place in the world--whether that be a career, man, or words.
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