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Does the quest for a career ever end? And I’m talking about a career here, not just a job or something to get you by until you do what you really want to do or something that you casually describe as a little thing “that pays the bills.” I mean a career. Do you have one? How did you get in to it? How did you know that that was what you wanted to or was meant to do?

Obviously, I’m struggling a little with defining this word in my own terms. I thought I had finally figured it out, but after an innocent conversation with a current RD the wheels have started turning again and I’m searching desperately for something to make them stop. Through all this, however, I’ve discovered that the love for writing that I had so sloppily dumped may soon be on the rebound. I’m envisioning a nutritional newsletter brought to you by yours truly. Something open to the public, but written intelligently and for those well versed and stumbling in the science of nutrition. Would people be interested in that? Would you be? I’m not sure if I am but it’s something to think about…

The only jobs that sound appealing are the ones that involve me being my own boss. No working under someone’s lacking leadership, no mindless hours of sorting lettuce, and most importantly, no feeling pointless and unfulfilled at the end of the day. What person would do that to themselves if they were in charge. No one I tell you, no one. Here are the professions I’ve considered: owning my own yarn store (there are no specialty yarn stores on the entire east side of Madison. Inconceivable!  I like this one a lot), baker, chef, RN, RD and chef, and countless things too embarrassing to mention.

I really shouldn’t be telling you all this, but I can’t help myself. Catharsis always makes me feel better about things, as much as I’ll end up eating or taking my words back in the end.  I have to get things off of my chest, no matter how untimely.  Not the best characteristic, but one that I posses nonetheless.

 I hate having things undecided, and having such a huge decision unmade is tearing me up.  It’s not one that can be rushed, but it’s one that I feel should have been made a long time ago.  It’s also one that I feel I’ve made several times, each time telling myself that this time I’ve figured it out.   That remains to be seen.