I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I’m an introvert so this shouldn’t be much of a surprise. I’m going back to school, hoping to get a second bachelor’s degree in Accounting. I’m working hard with the two classes I am taking, Principles of Marketing and Computers, Software and Technology. I used to be very intelligent and caught on to anything. I feel like I’ve lost my edge. I’m not as smart as I was ten years ago. I wonder if I’m on the right path. Maybe I am Dorothy, skipping away but staring out into the fields, wondering if Munchkinland might be just as good as Oz, if not better.
I’m not sure what I want. A few years ago I decided I needed a path and I chose one. It has taken me a while, but I’m finally stepping ahead. Part of me wants to go back to writing, never knowing if I’ll find happiness, nevermind money. Another piece wants to open that knitting shop with used books, coffee and tea and hope to turn a profit. Reason and rational says that I will inevitably burn out from that even if I managed to succeed in finding the resources to start such a venture. Imagine not sleeping because the rent is due and I’ve only sold a half-dozen hanks of yarn and a few cups of coffee. Oh- and don’t forget, that shop doesn’t come with health insurance!
I don’t know my path, but I’m following it anyway. It’s off to see the Wizard. . . wish me luck.