What Do People Do With Their Lives?

Its been pretty silent here since D-blog week. Warsaw was wonderful in every single possible way. I knew it would be when I got off the airplane in Modlin, a 45 minute ride from the city center, and stepped onto a bus to find the driver blasting Shania Twain’s “Man, I Feel Like a Woman!” An endearing little Polish teenager pointed to the seat next to me and asked “chair open?” as his friends laughed at him. The rest was pierogis, happiness, history, and these majestic little squirrels that eat from your hand:


Since then its been a lot of the same late spring, early summer nonsense. I’m doing the annual what am I doing with my life? song and dance. A long, long time ago I began my undergraduate career as a nutrition major with plans to become a Certified Diabetes Educator. It wasn’t long, however, before I became an English Literature nerd: moody, broody, threatening to have James Joyce’s face tattooed onto my forearmNow I teach English and try not to melt in the Madrid heat and while I’m content–happier than ever, even–I’m hoping to change tracks. I am happiest when I’m writing, editing, or lip-syncing along to Donna Summer’s “Bad Girls.” On people: I love them but often dream about arriving to a desk and quietly starting my day with a cup of coffee. Y’know, at a job that involves social interaction but also lots of solo time.

I don’t regret having studied literature. I’d go back and do it again, all grown up and less given to dramatics. I just wish that I’d honored my scientific side a bit more or learned how to program a computer (translation: I wish I had one of those more marketable, better-paid skills). I’ve always been interested in working in Public Health/Diabetes Education but I also think I’d be fairly content working in something totally unrelated, like as a potter’s apprentice or silent actress, given it allowed me the time and the means to dedicate some of my free time to working with the diabetes community. I’m not an expert in anything but I’ve always felt that the best public health and policy workers would have ample firsthand experience as patients. But where to start? And where to get the money? And the time?

What do you do with your life? Do you like it? Will you be my career counselor?