Since sophomore year of high school, I have taken career quizzes, interest quizzes, the Myers-Briggs test, among many other tests and quizzes. Why? Because there are days like today where I feel completely lost.
Every now and then I find a path.
I follow it around the corners, over every tree stump, only to then notice that it isn't there anymore. I look around and don't know where to turn or where to go forward. Then, I see a glimpse of trodden earth and I'm back on the path, chasing after another thought, another dream until that too disappears.
I want to be a vet.
No, a physical therapist.
Actually a math teacher.
Really, I want to be a psychologist.
Everything seems fine to me. I like all of those career choices, just like I peanut butter sandwiches, meatballs, hot dogs, ice cream, and pizza.
But I haven't seemed to find my mac and cheese. The one food that I never get sick of, the one passion that will always leave me saying yum.
I've gotten sick of Math. I haven't even been a math major for 2 years and I'm sick of it. It's not my mac and cheese.
I wonder what is.
