Unknown Territory

U-N-C-E-R-T-A-I-N-T-Y. I have quickly become acquainted with this word and how it seems to have swallowed my life up.

I have a chosen career path that I am currently in the midst of following, and that is the path to becoming a Paramedic.

But wait! There's more.

As I pursue my current goal of achieving Paramedic-level certification in the field of Emergency Medical Services, I am currently employed at a little family-owned restaurant running the register and flipping burgers. Burgers.

Now, don't get me wrong, I don't mind the job. But tell me, what does flipping burgers and earning meager tips have to do with stopping an arterial bleed, or taking charge at the scene of a cardiac arrest?

Ah, let's see, that would be absolutely nothing.

I have also recently enrolled in classes that will soon train me in the ancient arts of crafting alcoholic beverages. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I will soon be a bartender.

And does this have anything to do with my chosen occupation? Again, that correlation would be minuscule, at best.

Oh, it gets better.

I aspire to finish a novel that has been in its early stages for about four years now. The title "novelist" has a certain ring to it that I find rather appealing. So, let's add that to my list.

Ah, and my cockatiel has chosen this next one. She and I have had so much fun together that I've developed a desire to train more parrots. Maybe even see if there's a degree that specializes in avian behaviors and training. Eh, who knows.

One more that I almost forgot. I was, until about two years ago, enrolled in an art school. I was an A student in the program and then ran out of money, as well as grew rather frustrated with the level of skill required for the various mediums with assignments. (Turns out I'm more of an ink-and-paper type girl. Irony.) So, I was also an aspiring artist who might give it another go in the future. Time will tell.

Alright, let's see what we have here in picture format:

I'm working my way through Paramedic instruction by flipping burgers. I just enrolled in a course to become a bartender and hopefully pay my way through classes with fewer salary problems. In the meantime, I work on my book and pray that one day I'll be a respected novelist who actually gets paid to write. Le gasp! And maybe, in a few years, I'll have the time to build an aviary and specialize in parrot training. And mixed in there, I'll attend the rest of my art courses and become an artist.

And I won't even delve into the plan I had for about twelve or thirteen years... but to summarize, I was about 99.8 percent certain I was destined to enter a convent as a religious nun.

It's seriously official. I have no clue what my future has in store for me.

Ah well. I, as well as many of my fellow homo sapiens, have grown accustomed to that feeling you get in your gut when you're falling to only God knows where.

It's called life. And it's a rush.