Looks like I'm not the only one going through a premature mid-life crisis. It is amazing how many people I know are still trying to find their way in life. When we were little, being "grown up" seemed much easier. There was only the one question "what do you want to be when you grow up" - and didn't require multiple answers. Who knew that instead of pursuing my adolescent dream of being a waitress, instead I would be: an unemployed art historian, an evil HR lady, an assistant at an embassy, an teacher, a sales clerk, a temp in charge of paid outs at a seed company, a temp in charge of data entry, a temp in charge of (fill in the blank).
The funny thing is, although I never did wait tables, the reasoning behind that dream has remained a constant. I wanted to be a waitress because I love food (see my backside for physical evidence) and I love making people happy (do not debate this with my husband, just try to accept it as fact). Most of the jobs I have enjoyed so far have had some element of making other people's lives easier. Now is about figuring out how to do the same to mine.
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This reminds me of an old joke circulating in the grad rooms of art history departments around the globe:
Q: What is the most important thing for art history students to learn in college?
A: How to say "do you want fries with that?"
Maybe it's not so far off target. In an existential sense, of course.
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