in high school, i wanted to be a writer.
i wrote and i wrote
and most of what i produced makes me laugh now
just as my dad assured me it would.
((that infuriated me)).
in college, i wanted to get my Ph.D.
briefly.
and then i reverted to the idea that i was born to be a writer.
and i realized i don’t have the stomach for all of the uncertainty of being a writer
and where the next job is
and maybe having to live in topeka or somesuch until my big break.
and after i really thought about that, i wanted to be a lawyer.
one of the girls i lived with my semester in london wrote me a note when we moved out.
she said ‘i know you think you want to be a lawyer, but i think really you’re going to be a celebrity news reporter for people magazine.’
perhaps i fought my destiny, because i went to law school.
in law school, i wanted to be OUT OF LAW SCHOOL.
and here i am.
there are days when i’m not sure i’m in the right profession.
and also
there are days when i’m absolutely sure that i am.
that said, i’m not sure i yet know
what i want to be
when i grow up.
This is really well-written 🙂 I think being a writer could still be the right profession for you!
I may not know for sure *exactly* what I want to do with the rest of my life, but it sure as hell involves writing. There has never been a doubt in my mind about that.