I’m 40 damn years old, and I no longer know what I want to be when I grow up. Soon my youngest child will be going to school full-time, and I should probably start thinking about going back to school myself, only this time with an eye toward actually working for a living. Not for a “living” as in supporting-myself living, but more like “living” as in doing-something-with-my-life living. Because the writing thing has not worked out. Even the blogging thing is not working out lately. I’ve been trying to write a post for By Common Consent for, like, six months…and I think it’s time to face that it’s just not going to get written. And I’m not even getting paid for that crap. Why am I trying so hard to do something I’m not even getting paid for? Not that I care about money. I’m flush enough to have an existential crisis for its own sake.
I can’t even manage to write on this blog more than twice a week anymore. Except that I think this might be my fourth post this week. Never mind that! I’m talking averages.
I just can’t figure out what I should do next. I don’t ever want to have another job where I have to answer the phone. I hate answering the phone. It’s bad enough when I have to answer my home phone. I can’t do anything having to do with children, because children don’t like me. I can’t be a dental hygienist because I’m not perky enough. I sure as hell can’t sell real estate. I can’t sell anything. I can’t be a lawyer because I’m not smart enough, and also I think I might get bored. I’m not mechanically inclined, so I can’t be a mechanic. I can’t be an accountant because all those tax laws would depress me. (Anyway, what if one of those crazy Republican candidates gets elected and they finally abolish the IRS? Where would I be then? Huh?) What other careers are there?