Don’t want to sell anything bought or processed.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about going back to school. There were so many factors that contributed to the end of my last attempt, not least of which was my mental instability. Now that I’ve got that sorted out (for the most part – a little crazy helps keep things interesting), I’m thinking it might be time to give it another shot.

The major problem at present is that I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

People always say you should do what you love. But what if you’re crap at it? For example, I love to knit, but I don’t knit every day and can’t imagine HAVING to knit for a job, like. Whenever I sit down and take the kind of attitude/aptitude inventory of myself, I run up against the same wall every time. The things at which I excel (customer service, spreadsheets, data analysis) are things that make me want to stick pencils in my eyes. And the things I love to do (knit, bake, write) are things at which I am not terribly skilled.

So what to do?

I thought about going back to train as a teacher. I can see myself doing it, but then there’s the hearing issue. I can’t think of anything more fun for a bunch of jackass schoolkids than a nearly-deaf teacher. I’m not sure the rewards would be in line with the challenges, but it might be something to explore.

Like I said, I have no idea what I want to do. I have some time to think about it, since I know I won’t be going back to any kind of academic situation until Jillian is in first grade (and therefore all-day school). But it’s been on my mind lately. Bleh.