election timenot to be a negative nancy, but today and the last month has reminded me why i chose to live 28 years in cynicism.
because in the last two years, with getting all healthy and shit, i have found some child-like hope.
but hoping hurts. it hurts real bad. (or really badly if you care)
so you tell me what the freaking heck i should do with my life. the following represents a list of passions and interests - in no particular order of importance - that could save my soul from this 8-5 death:
- hair dresser
- therapist - study of psychology (already tried this - denied)
- literature - teaching (already tried this - denied)
- bookstore owner
- makeup artist
- web design
- travel (anything where i get paid to travel and coordinate travel)
- art studio owner/supporter/collaborator
- fashion designer
perhaps if you choose for me, i won't feel so gnawed through and through by doubt.