The Safer Route
Recently I had a talk with a guy about a job opportunity. Truthfully, I didn't want this job, but I've been feeling like I "should" be a responsible adult and "go out and get a job." I don't think this feeling came from God exactly; I think it came from my fears that I can't do what I really want to do. I started freaking out that I may not be successful at what I want to do. It became clear to me that I may not be able to make a living out of what I want to be doing. Atleast not for awhile. So I started searching for the easy way out of pursuing my dreams: get a job. While on the phone with this guy, he started asking me point blank questions. About my resume. About my aspirations. About why I was moving home. About why I've had so many jobs in such a short amount of time (that one kind of burned). And since he was being so blunt, I decided to be blunt myself. I told him about my dreams and aspirations. About my plans when I move home...