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What next?

I can't seem to shake the feeling I should have a solid career by now. I am heading into my 33rd year and just living from week to week in terms of money, savings etc.

I fretted this all week and spent a lot of hours on the internet looking for secure jobs for a teaching career. But if I want to teach secondary school, it's back to school for a teaching credential.

I have no babies either. But maybe that's ok at this point in my life. It would be nice to have someone to come home to at the end of the day though.

My job is good right now. I live in a little room in źory, Poland. It is much better than my nice flat in Katowice.

Some English speaking friends would be nice.

What next? I am constantly thinking what next? It's a terrible dilemma and disease.

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Robert said…
i can definitely relate to that

im so sick and tired of scraping by paycheque to paycheque

i know plenty of unemployed people, and that is even worse, so i guess in a sense i shld be grateful just to have a job in this day and age

that's really sad
Anonymous said…
Very much enjoyed my stay here...wonderful stuff.
postpran said…
Robert,

So true. It could be so so much worse. It is such a media-saturated cliche, but "living in the moment" wouldn't hurt once in a while. I just keep feeling like I should be chasing something big. Not in terms of money but in terms of passion. I can't live without some big passion in my life. Maybe it is about feeling connected to something much larger than myself. God don't work for me no more. I write to get out of my self. But lately that isn't working as much anymore.
Clayton Couch said…
Marcus...

I don't know your interests/obsessions/etc. all that well necessarily, but you might want to look into library & information science as a career possibility sometime or another. You can actually make a living at it (I'm proof), if making a living becomes an activity that you simply can't do without; otherwise I'd keep chasing the vague and see where it leads you. Or, you could daytrade penny stocks (j/k)....

It's funny that you should talk about writing lately not working for you as it once did. I seem to be feeling similarly these days. It's to the point where I'm not even looking for my lines anymore. I don't need the words, I suppose. I'm just laying low and living "within myself" for time being, which seems to be what's needed. I should add that I'm about to become a father soon(!), and that may be why my old poeming just isn't doing what it used to do. Out with the old words, in with the...well, who knows....

Good luck,
C
postpran said…
Thanks Clayton. I will look into library/information science. It could be a good career for me at some point.

Congrats on becoming a father. That's a huge change. Exciting.

I do think it is good to retreat from writing for a while. I am not going to over-worry it for now. It seems to happen to a lot of writers.

I will keep reading a lot though. Well, as much as I can in Poland. it is hard to get any English language books.

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