Transitions

As some of you may know, I am currently enrolled part-time in college, working through some general studies classes.  I have a basic plan for the future.  I will continue for the next three years, working for an associate’s degree, specifically for a transfer degree.  I then plan to move, possibly to Portland, Oregon (shh, Janelle), and finish my degree there.  This timeline coincides with the graduation from high school of my one and only loin fruit, Miss Saucy Jocie.  She plans on attending pastry school, likely in Portland as well.

What is your major, Michelle?  Good question!  I keep telling myself that I will figure that out eventually.  I have general ideas, which will only get me so far.  Dream job: full-time writer.  Oh yes.  By that, I mean able to support myself completely through my writing.  It wouldn’t have to be on a Stephen King kind of level (oh, who am I kidding?  That would totally rock!), but fiscally profitable.  However, I am logical enough to realize the chances of this are slim.  That won’t stop me from trying, but a plan in place while the trying happens is very necessary.

That is where the confusion sets in.  An English major seems like a dream degree, possibly with a minor in Psychology.  That sounds like fun!  (Yeah, nerd, you’re not even kidding.)  However, I do not want to have that degree and still have to ask what side they’d like with that steak, nor continue working forever as an administrative/legal assistant.  As much as I appreciate being employed, it is not my dream job, nor is there any place for me to advance without leaving my current office, which is not exactly desirable at this time.  Also, I’m in that place in my education and work experience that I have enough to go to another office, but not enough to break into another field.  It’s not exactly desirable to start all over at the bottom.

Perhaps it’s the uncertainty, or very basicness of the plan that has me feeling so discombobulated.  The sheer length of time it will take for me to complete my goals make it hard to keep my patience.  It has never been one of my better virtues.  A possible trip in the future to Portland would likely help…or any friends who live in the general vicinity (or have lived) can feel free to contribute to living in the area!  Kary, if you read this, we need to pick a weekend or something!

Until then, small goals.  School starts in less than a month (happy and sad at that!) and I’m going to have small daily writing goals, just to sharpen my skills.  You know, pen being mightier and all that.  It will have to be enough.  For now.