The 'what next' blues

Yesterday, it hit me: the 'what next' blues are here. You know, when you've been doing someting for a while (let's say, ummm, for exaaaample, being in school for the past three years) and that has been your life, your status, your goal. And then, you finish that task, reach your brass ring, get your diploma (or at least, find out your diploma ceremony is up-and-coming), but it still takes a while to come down from that high, rest from the fatigue, before you finally realize said-ring is now yours. And then you have to step back, all the while patting yourself on the back for a job well done, and ask yourself (or, most likely, be asked): what next?

As my mom so aptly pointed out this morning, I am not just any blonde fluffcake (I know she was dying to use a more colourful term) but am an educated woman, a woman with a Masters, (she was not trying to motivate me in my new career path, but rather trying to not-so-discreetly make the point that I am quite the catch). Inevitably slid into the conversation was the 'what next', in the form of a point-blank:"why can't you find a more paying job?". Good question. A question that I ask even myself, although knowing from experience that a big salary comes with a hefty price tag, and that I'm too broke to pay that sum right now. Ironically, The Company Bitch recently pondered the topic of low-end jobs and wasting ones higher learning, and she concluded that "sitting through the movie just because you paid for the ticket is ridiculous". I agree.

What next is a tricky thing. And starting a new project can be scary. And the scariest part is worrying that we are wasting all that has been accomplished so far. In that sense, I've been saving up like a squirrel, and now I just have to find the right place to put all my nuts. AND, it has to be a place showing a good movie...