Scare You or Massage You?

Someone asked me last night what my goals were. Currently, I am really seeking to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. Obviously, the spiritual path I took in 1999 dictates that I dedicate my life to God and that I always seek to glorify Him in everything. Still, I am kind of itching to be in a more stable situation. I just had a second interview to be the Program Secretary for a non-profit organization that helps developmentally disabled adults find work. So even though doing clerical stuff is not my idea of a good time or a dream job, I know that at least I would be contributing in a good way to society.

I have thought about numerous ways my life can go and even tried several avenues but nothing has panned out. I tried beauty school but dropped out, like the song. I only did it because I was tired of working as a "paper-pusher" and hoped to pursue an artistic career. I knew while I went to art school I wanted to work (as a daily job to bring home the bacon) in something creative and I felt doing people's hair and/or makeup was creative and fun. It turns out I was wrong. At least, I was not cut out for cutting hair. Or perms. Or acrylic nails. And so on...

I also enrolled in an online school but they dropped me because the financial aid fell through and they are very expensive. I'm glad because really it was too expensive for me and they just don't have the prestige of a good university.

Lately I've toyed with the idea of massage therapy but who knows...there are probably thousands upon thousands of those nowadays.

My ultimate passion is really to write. My ideal "day job" would be library work but you need a Masters to be a librarian. Someone told me it was easier to be a library clerk at a school. I shall look into it.

As for what I would write, I think I would naturally be good at writing true crime. Today I saw the story of one Richard Caputo on "Unsolved Mysteries" and decided his crimes and the lives he ruined would make for a riveting read. I googled him and it turns out someone beat me to the punch. But as luck would have it, the book she wrote is lousy so there may be room yet for a book on Caputo written by me!

I believe I will use a pen name, though. No sense in having weirdos contact me. I do not seek fame or even fortune (though it would be nice to make a decent living). I will do everything I can to be a recluse of sorts but these days it seems it's impossible to hide if you are a celebrity. Thank God most writers are no such thing! I guess the public at large finds the antics of airhead heiresses more stimulating than the ordinary lives of those who are gifted with the written word.