But I also knew that I would go to college, and probably get a job someday, too.
As far as I could tell, there only a few types of jobs. They were:
People who worked in stores (jobs for teenagers.)
People who worked in offices (unhappy.)
People who built things, like cars or houses.
Doctors and nurses.
And then, the creative types.
Creative jobs were the following:
Artist: Painter or drawer.
Musician: Classical musician or Rockstars only.
Writer: Writes poems and fiction novels.
Actors: In movies if you were good, in plays if you were only okay.
And teachers. Teachers fall somewhere in between the two categories, I guess.
Obviously, I knew that the only way to be happy was to be a creative type. I can't draw, even though I love drawing and tried to be an artist for years. I am HIGHLY incapable as a musician, despite my love of music. I tried to be an actor forever, (remember?) I even filmed several movies, in which I was the main character. No, not as a child. As a freaking teenager. I was WAAAY too old for that.
So I had to be a writer. And probably a teacher.
I studied English in college. After I'd been there for a while, I met people who studied things like "Graphic Design," "Photography," and "Culinary Arts."
Um, those aren't jobs. They're hobbies.
I took classes like "French and Italian Cinema." I got graded on watching foreign films! It blew my mind.
But it was too late for me. I was afraid to start my collegiate career over, and then I got pregnant, and had no reason to ever return to school. (Don't judge me. I hated school. Why would I go back, once I had a full-time job taking care of babies?)
But I didn't realize that everything is a job. You know when you're a kid, and people say, "You can be anything! You can be a doctor or a football star! You can be an author of a book, or even an astronaut!"
Why don't they say, "You can be a professional FACE PAINTER"?
(Seriously, people. My friend's father in law is a professional face painter. Like, in the big leagues.)
You can be a professional food photographer!
You can be in charge of a famous person's social media. YES. You could get paid to be on their Facebook and Twitter all day!
You can design children's toys. You can design fabric patterns. You can design the front of Huggies diapers!
Taking pictures to go on the covers of books!
Thinking of taglines for movies!
THOSE ARE JOBS!
I mean, really. Everything that you see around you, someone made. That's someone's job.
And if what you see around you is a forest or the ocean, well... that's someone's job too. To protect it. Learn about it. Explore it.
And those are real jobs!
Seriously, why didn't anybody tell me this? We could all be doing 100% exactly what we want and exactly what we're best at. And yet, we're churning out tons of lawyers and English majors and whatevers, and then we stumble along looking for meaning.
Because nobody told us that we could be anything in the world. You could be the guide on an African-Safari.
Don't you wish that's what you went to school for?
My husband makes films. But what he really does is this: He makes short form actualities, intended for online viewing, usually created for social betterment or to promote social organizations and entrepreneurs.
He studied film, and international development.
He isn't just a film major who couldn't find a job making transformers videos, or a documentarian who happens to work with lots of non-profits. He is doing exactly what he always talked about doing.
And he is crazy good at it. Because it's important to him. Because it's his niche. Because he knew that it could be a job, even if it wasn't yet.
And I am so proud of him.
And if he ever dies and I have to go back to school? I'm studying Interior Design or French Pastries.
My English degree can rot.
I have no use for that garbage.
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