I don’t know what it is, but my rapidly approaching graduation date is making me question my purpose in the universe.
Yes, I’ll have a bachelor of arts degree in creative writing. Whoopee. Then what?
For some reason I find myself questioning all previous plans and wondering if maybe I should just work for a year. Or study something else in grad school. Or not go to grad school–scratch that, I’m a creative writing major and therefore unemployable, so grad school it is. But where? And in what?
In short, I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, and I’m kind of excited to find out whatever that might be…because I’m bound to find out eventually if I search diligently.
For now, I’ll just look at myself in the mirror every morning and wonder what on earth I am to become.
The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry.
I should probably go to bed.