With my college acceptance letter to Michigan State in hand and a quarter of my senior year behind me, I face a future in which few things are certain. I know this is what every senior about to leave the comfort of high school experiences, but my apprehension seems greater than most. I’ve just finally found a clear set of passions (photography, writing, and fashion) and now the rug is starting to be pulled out from under me before I can wrap my head around any potential ideas.
I’ve always enjoyed the classic “What do you want to do when you grow up?” question when I was younger because I always had the greatest responses. On any given day I wanted to be an actress, an interior designer, a singer (odd since I can’t sing) as well as numerous other occupations I had never shown an interest in. That attitude was okay when I was eleven, but now that the date of my impending adulthood is closing in, telling people I want to be an astronaut is no longer cute or witty.
What I’m trying to say is that I do not know what I want to do with my life. Yeah, I know what I don’t want to do, but the only accomplishment in that is that it reduces the list of possible careers. Pursuing journalism has remained what I’ve told people when they’ve asked, but truthfully I don’t think I’d be all that good at it. I find myself doing just about anything to get out of conversations with people I don’t know. Even though I’m the one asking the questions, I get this overwhelming sense that I’m the one on the spot.
So now that I’ve found some deal-breaking flaws in my only career option, all I have left is a passion for writing and photography…and those genres are so vast that there are hundreds of possibilities, yet I have no idea where to start.
Maybe I’m putting too much thought into it. At least there isn’t someone lording over me demanding me to decide at this very moment what I’m going to do for the rest of my life. I don’t have to decide right now on this average Thursday, but with all the uncertainties in my future, it’d be nice to have one definite locked in before I abandon the sanctity of my room for a cozy shoe-box of a dorm room next fall.
Let’s just hope this ffffound image is true…