Friday, August 01, 2003

I’ve been faced with an inevitable, very foreseeable sort of problem. And it’s entirely my own fault that I’m crippled by it.

In short, what the hell am I going to do with my life?

I’ve had a vague notion for quite a while now that I want to be a history professor. But over the course of the summer I’ve realized that my vague notion is just that. And I’ve thought about how much work a doctoral program really is, and how little a vague notion of what you want to do someday prepares you for that.

So what do I want? Who am I? What’s my place in the universe? Where do I want to be in ten years?

When am I going to start to wanting more in life than a bed, food and access to a library?