
I’m having a be-a-baker sort of day. Even though I’m in a Philosophy Ph.D. program. Even though I managed to briefly shock myself with a stream of electricity while making pizzelles tonight. They still came out perfectly. I don’t know why I’m good at baking and cooking. I might blame it on my exacting nature if those uber-attention-to-details habits spilled over into my culinary projects, but they don’t. It just seems to happen, and it makes me happy (the recipients of the treats don’t seem to mind either).
I realize I’ve been asking myself the wrong question all along. It isn’t about what you want to be when you grow up, it’s about who you want to be. We sometimes answer this question with what we do, but who we are is so much more than that. This is one reason I love this blog so much (and talking to all of you): I’m not just a philosophy student or a physics student or the other things I’ve studied. I’m also a poet and someone obsessed with real style. I love photography and food and home design. I adore creative projects and writing and making new friends. So I’m getting there. I haven’t figured out precisely how to balance it all, but I will. And I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what I can do that will both make me happy and make a difference in the lives of others.
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