When I started this blog it was a daily thing. Every morning, as part of my routine and regiment, I was up, grinding out this blog. Writing about writing, coffee, my depression as I faced certain lay-off. I wrote about my thought process as I looked toward career paths. I wrote that I had made decisions on this or that career path only to change my mind. I don't know why it is so difficult for me to make a decision. No, that's not true, I do. I am afraid of making the wrong decision.
In most everything I do, if the outcome isn't certain success or accomplishment or fulfillment I choose a different way. I am a careful, cautious card player and only loose when I abandon all caution. I am a careful, methodical mountain biker and carpenter. I hate to pick the wrong answer, the wrong path, the wrong method. As I struggle with settling on a career I am horrified of making the wrong choice, horrified to the point of inability to process. So many interests and possibilities careening through my head with a limited "brain triage" to filter them through. I only know that I don't want to be a carpenter for the rest of my working life. But that is where I always find myself: employed utilizing my most marketable skill, carpentry.
Today I'll go to work, fitting together tedious trim pieces that are down stairs then up a ladder, a long way from the table and chop saws. Cut, fit, modify, prime, fasten. A lot of down the ladder, up the stairs, down the stairs, up the ladder, etc... I'll be trying to stay focused and committed to quality and precision in midst of tedium and boredom. When I'm done with that I start a class at Whatcom Community College, chemistry 121. I am taking preliminary classes that are pre-reqs for Physical Therapy a career path that was a tangent from another career path.
This is not my final answer, but I have never been good at multiple choice.
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