The Blog of kilyra

I just turned 26 a couple weeks ago and have been getting more and more caught up with a lot of bull shit happening at work lately.

What am I doing with my life?  How can I be getting so caught up in something I never even wanted to be doing for a living?

I mean, what I always wanted to do when I was younger was be a newspaper reporter and live life in the crazy rat race with writing as my primary mode of making money.  It's something I'm great at and really wanted to throw myself into.  Dad always played devil's advocate with me though and brought up how unstable of a livestyle freelance work was, not to mention how the growth of the internet is making that a more difficult field to break into.  So I gave up.

And I know that what I should be doing with my life is helping others.  I've got a strange knack, much like my mother, to read people and help them through difficult times.  I belong in some type of a counselor role.

So I know what I want to be doing, and what I should be doing.  And what am I actually doing?  I'm a glorified pencil pusher. 

Heck, I'm not even that because I don't use pencils.  I'm a virtual pencil pusher.

Hmm.  I'm not liking birthdays so much.