Or why wasn’t I good enough at something to the point where it became inevitable that I would do that thing and do it better than most people? I have always enjoyed the fact that my career has been, shall we say, eclectic. I’ve always lurked within the media and communications sphere, but trying different roles and mediums over the years. But now, as I get closer and closer to my 35th birthday (holy cow, it’s a month from tomorrow) I am starting to feel disappointed that nothing — of all the things I’ve tried — has reached out and grabbed me by the throat. I think about all of the jobs and hobbies I’ve embarked upon or dabbled in and there was never a time when I thought, “I must be able to do this or I will die!” I’ve heard that people have those moments — those epiphanies. Where is mine? I know you can’t chase these moments down, per se, that they have to find you as much as you find them. And I’m OK with being a late bloomer. But this is getting ridiculous. Do I just have too many choices? Would it be better if I had been born one of those super flexible Chinese kids who got whisked away from her parents at the tender age of 3 to become a future gold medal gymnast? What about if I had come from a long line of carpenters, blacksmiths or cheese makers and knew that following in the family tradition was simply my destiny? Maybe it’s all the time I spent in school trying to do what I thought my teachers and professors wanted me to do rather than forging my own path that stunted my sense of self determination? Who the heck knows. I just wish I had some idea.
Children training at Chinese Gymnastics School
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February 28, 2009 at 5:29 pm
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