Dear god.
Seriously though, this whole “Hey, I know it’s been my life plan for a couple years now and all, but I can’t be a Social Worker” thing is sorta freaking me out. I mean, I was like really proud of myself for having the entire decade after high school graduation planned out: four years in college in an accredited social work program (resulting in my diploma and a social work certification), a year to get my master’s, and then two years working for a government agency before getting a job as a high school social worker. Where I would probably stay for a very long time. So actually, I’d planned more than a decade. I planned basically my adult life, as far as career is concerned.
And now I’m like… wait no, you idiot. You forgot to account for your own mental stability.
Oh. Right. That might help.
So now I’m looking at what else I might do with my life, since destroying myself does not seem like the best idea, and I’m thinking, You know what? Fuck it. I’m going to become a fuckin lawyer. I like law, I’m fucking intelligent as hell (if I do say so myself…:D) and I can still help people, but not in a setting that’s going to, you know, kill me.
So I’m probably changing my major to Law & Society and minoring in Women’s Studies. I’m going to think about it more, but I’m fairly sure it’s what I want to do. Which is a weird concept, for sure. But I can still do everything I wanted to, just in a more personal-mental-health-friendly way.
