One of our regulars came in tonight - one of our very, very talkative regulars. She started asking me about school and my majors and when I told her I was still somewhat on the fence about my future career, she told me, “Oh, you should be a teacher.” Like it was obvious, the most natural thing in the world. It wasn’t even just an off-hand comment; she explained how my degrees could work for me, the experiences of her friends who had gone into teaching, and how I have a “great disposition” for working with elementary-level kids.

And all I could think was, ugh, really? Damn it. As soon as I think I may have picked something, you go and recommend the one other thing, the one that’s poking at the back of my mind. I don’t even know if I’d be any good at teaching, I have no clue if I have a “calling” - I’ve never done anything like it before. I remind myself that she’s a stranger who knows little about me, and she could be completely wrong, but the fact that it just jumped out at her like that will keep bothering me. After all, I have a history of over-thinking major decisions and picking the wrong thing anyway. 

I need to find a large rock overlooking a river to sit on and ponder my future. Maybe a gentle breeze will flow through my hair while some unobtrusive indie rock plays in the background, who knows.