I haven’t written in here in almost 2 months. I got slightly busy with the wedding- you know, what with the great plate debacle (I’m going to have to check if I wrote about that, but I feel like I did) and my just below the surface panic attack that lasted for pretty much all of May, I didn’t have copious amounts of free time. But the wedding is over, the honeymoon was amazing (and filled with dolphins and Coronitas), and life is slowly getting back to normal.
And normal for me, of course, is trying not to freak out about work and what I’m doing with the professional side of my life. I feel like the majority of the world seems to have my reversed problem- their personal lives are the hard part. I think I prefer my problem because at least the thing thats most important to me is settled (according to the newest ring on my left hand and the hole in our mutual bank account), but it’s still stressful. I took the Strong Interest Inventory test, and it told me that my top 10 matched careers are (in descending order of best match): broadcast journalist, graphic designer, speech pathologist, parks & recreation manager, advertising accuont manager, community service director, photographer, special education teacher, cosmetologist, and elementary school teacher. What’s funniest about this is when I was 12 or so, all I wanted to be was Katie Couric. I should really have paid a little bit more attention to 12 year old me, she knew what was up. I also used to cut pictures out of magazines like a fiend; hello, graphic design. Somewhere along the way, I really need to start figuring this out. By somewhere, I mean ASAP, because our lease is up in January and I want to find somewhere close to our jobs, and if I’m leaving UH….
Nothing like pressure, right? Where is my bottle of Riesling?