My Not-So-fullfilled Plans

So I've gotten into this dirty habit of not logging on here and writing....I'm so ashamed. And it's sad too, considering I wanna be a writer and all.

Although I've been thinking about that a lot recently. About how I really can't just say "Oh, I'm gonna be a writer" and leave it at that, thinking that I'll just crank out some book of poems and it'll sell like hot cakes. Chances that I'll be able to be an instant J.K. Rowling are like nil. But I mean, what else can I do?

I've always said I refuse to be a teacher. I mean, on my mom's side, well, my grandpa was a principal, and a choir director, my uncle is currently a music teacher, and on my dad's side, my grandma was an elementary teacher. Oh by the way, my dad teaches high school chemistry and my mom works in education too. So, it's not much of a surprise that they're always trying to convince me to be a teacher.

Um, hello? I don't wanna get stuck in the hole. The teaching hole. The same one that they all got themselves into. And they're trying to drag me in with them. Uh-uh.

But as I've been thinking.......as much as I know teaching doesn't exactly pay the most, and takes a lot of patience and tolerance..what would be so bad? I, of course, don't even know what I would teach, let alone where or what grade, but it's just something my mom has been putting into my head a lot recently.

And then yesterday she told me what she REALLY thinks I should do: run a book shop. Which of course would be very charming. But then again, I've never really been good with understanding the whole financing sort of thing, so who knows.

I'll end up being one of those bums on the street, sitting on a curb somewhere, thoughtfully pondering my purpose in life, and if I'll ever figure out what I really wanna do. Ha.