My dad had a job interview in person yesterday, and another with a different company over the phone today.
Job #1 is in Atlanta/Columbus/Huntsville. 3/.5/4 hours away. Job #2 is in Dallas. As in, Dallas, Texas. 12 hours away.
I really don’t know what that means for me. Or how long I’ll be here. If I’ll go with them, or if I’ll stay. Or maybe I’ll head off to Colorado like I’ve always wanted. But I suppose my dad has to get a job offer from one of them before I worry about things like that.
But I am worried.
My college friends that are about to graduate, even though not all of them know exactly what they want to do or where they want to go, they are doing well for themselves. And they are going places. And I see that, I look at them, and I see adults. I see life unfolding.
I don’t see that when I look at me and what I’m doing.
I see someone very lost in a sea of possibilities. Things that are possible, are not always things that happen.
Literally, every couple of days or so, I wake up and think to myself, “Why the heck am I not in cosmetology school?” You probably think cosmetology school is dumb, or that it’s for people who couldn’t do college. I don’t know, maybe I can’t do college. I haven’t decided yet. I can do cosmetology. I am good at that. I am passionate about that. I have faith in myself when it comes to hair and makeup, because I love making girls feel pretty. I get a kick out of it, I do. And that’s the difference between college and cosmetology school for me.
I don’t think I ever had faith in myself for college. I had hope, but not faith.
However, blinded by dollar signs and my own insecurities, I am enrolled in Southern Union State Community College, and not in cosmetology school.
Right now I’m majoring in English. I’ve decided against business because I would hate my life eternally if I did that. And as skeptical as I am about school and the real world and if I am capable of anything at all that’s not hair and makeup, if I majored in business, it would be that much worse. And I would probably hate my job. And quit. And never get married. And be poor. And a bum. But English, English garners some hope. There’s that word again, hope. Not faith. English, I love. Writing, I love. These I think I am good at. I hope I am good at.
But is there any kind of productive future for me in writing?
Self-conscious Caitlin says no.
Optimistic Caitlin says maybe, and that I should explore other venues.
So. Why. Am I. In college?
I am terrified by the idea that I am in college because society says I have to. Society says if I don’t, I’ll work at a burger joint. And never get married. But I’ll probably sleep around, and be a single mom. So there’s that. But. Society also says that the man brings home the bacon, and mom should stay at home. So say that I stick college out, and get married, and pop out a few babies. Then I decide, I’d rather not work while I have kids, stay at home mom it is. Did I just spend 20k+ a year at school to meet my husband? Does that sound sensible or wise at all? Even a little bit? No. It doesn’t.
It sounds like crap.
I have no problem with being a stay at home mom. I would love that. I really would. Every time I walk through the home goods section in target, the little homemaker inside of me claps her hands with joy, and wants to spend my entire savings account right there on coffee makers and hand towels and pots and pans.
So then, why am I in college?
I don’t know why I’m in college, I don’t. Some days it sounds like a great idea, and some days it sounds like suicide. But I’m gonna stick it out, because I don’t know what else to do. And if it’s an awful idea, it’s an awful idea. But I’m too afraid to make the change I want to.
So I will do college for now. Maybe I’ll decide that I can’t later, because I haven’t decided yet. My frontal lobe hasn’t connected yet, thus, I am not capable of making decisions. So for now I will press forward. It’s all I’ve got to go off of.
Just pray for me if you’ve got the time please.