Designing Planes or Drafting Houses?
I don’t think I’ve ever known what I wanted to do. Actually, the truth is, I’ve wanted to everything possible since I was a child. Neurosurgery, creative writing, teaching, figure skating… Yes, I did it all. I took piano lessons, dance, art school, math camp – you name it! The world has always been full of possibilities, and my problem was that I just couldn’t stick to a single one.
Going into the college, I was still a kid and totally unsure of what my future would hold. Most of the kids I knew went on to study abroad for the year, buy my parents had insisted that starting college was the better option. Since I didn’t have much time to decide, naturally I chose the most generic major: psychology.
It wasn’t such a crazy choice if I’m being honest. I wanted to help. That’s all I knew; I wanted to help people, someway, somehow. I dove right into my major, ignoring the advice to scout different careers. I had made up my mind, and I was deadset. And things weren’t all that bad. It started off as a smooth ride, mostly because I wasn’t focused on school, and the classes were easy enough to ace without much effort at all.
But something changed one day. I was studying with a friend, and he was hard at work with his calculus. I, on the other hand, was goofing around as usual. And it hit me. I had no goals, no future in mind. Psychology was one big question that opened the door to millions of more.
So I decided then and there to pick a new career. Tons of options rushed through my mind, and the whole process moved so quick. I was making a decision before I had even had time to think about. Applied to new schools, chose a major, proceeded forward with a new dream; to become an aerospace engineer.
Yeah, back up. Everyone looks at me like whaaat?! You switched from psychology to aerospace? How?! and Why!?
I really don’t know, honestly. One day it just happened, and that was it! Fast forward two years. I’m sitting in an office, with a grant from NASA, simulating the space shuttle breaking the atmospheric barrier between earth and space. I know, right? It sounds pretty badass.
It’s really dull, and boring, and there are a LOT of calculations. Don’t get me wrong – I love math, literally loveee math. And physics too. But this office was lonely. Nobody talked to each other. Everyone was hyper focused on their work. And nobody had any clue how to help me figure out my damn simulation. After all, I was a sophomore working on post graduate stuff. I had no freaking clue what I was doing (sorry NASA).
So where does this leave me now?! Well, first things first; I am finishing up my major, because it’s something I need to do. I had one bad experience, but everyone says working in the field is totally different than that research. I don’t love it by any means, and that kind of sucks. But I do need to prove to myself that I can finally finish something I’ve started.
In the meantime, I’m also exploring other options on the side. I’ve been working through an independent interior design course, and it’s been really fun. There’s no engines or wings to break in extreme heats, no mathematical analysis full of symbols I haven’t even learnt yet. It’s simple, it’s fun, and I get to use my creativity. I’ve also really enjoyed decorating our apartment – which is limited (due to lack of incomes of course), but pretty none-the-less.
Who knows what my future holds? I certainly don’t. But I’m just going to take a big breath and take one step at a time. Because, need I remind you, I have the most amazing and patient husband by my side, and he’s agreed to go along with all my craziness. Hubby, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I might not be making those big bucks selling airplanes. But rest assured, I will always make sure our room looks beautiful.
Leave in the comments if you can relate, because I’d love to hear! <3
On an end note, here’s a pretty picture of my apartment; remember, it’s a work in progress!