Jobs for a Few Lifetimes

I have no idea what got me thinking about all the kinds of jobs I’d like to do or have. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been in the real working world (read: not a student) for much of my life. Maybe it’s because of that employee at Whole Foods who finished bagging my groceries and said to me, as he was putting everything in the cart, “Have fun today.”

I DO like the job that pays me. I like the people I work with. But we all know what we do is temporary and some other grad student will get that job some day. Assuming, as always, that the budget holds.

I AM tired of being a perpetual student. And so…thinking about my interests and how the work I do right now really doesn’t get me toward ANY of those ends…here’s the list of jobs I think I might like to choose from…were that calling, if you will, mine to choose (and in no particular order).

 Travel agent. Better still…that person that goes and vets  all those places for travel companies.

I’m the kind of person that wants exceedingly more stamps in my passport. Or at least start crossing off places on my travel list. Of course, I’d need some new luggage.



Writer of some sort. Screenwriter for Leverage or NCIS. Screenwriter who adapts books to film. Novelist. Nonfiction writer. Travel writer. Something. Other than a dissertation writer, which is what I should be right now.

And, truth be told, this just might still be in the cards for me. Maybe. If I can carve out the time. And if I can ever get out of school long enough to let the creativity and energy return to be able to write. Because I’ve always enjoyed doing it. Ever since I was a child. I applied to one college in particular because of the ad for their creative writing program in a writer’s magazine I would pick up from time to time.

And if I can’t make it as a writer, perhaps an editor for a major publishing company. Get paid to read and live in a big city? Sign me up. What’s more likely is to be a book reviewer. Who will likely not get paid for the privilege.


A crew member for REI. Or a guide for some of the REI Adventures.

I blame my husband for this one. He got me sucked into the world of REI and hiking. And encouraged my interest in paddling. And generally playing outdoors.

And the Adventures go back to my love of travel. But to see some incredibly cool places AND get paid? Sign me up.




Nutritionist. Or personal trainer. Or really really get it together to be a Beach Body Coach (because I already am one).

Another one of those can’t I somehow get paid for something I already love and do? And if not one of those things, how ’bout teaching Anusara Yoga? (You can thank my seester-in-love for that last one. She got me hooked.) Of course, the yoga teaching could happen. Some day. After I’ve gone through the crazy long certification process. {must. finish. school. first.]

 Believe it or not…costume designer. But not for plays or period pieces. For fun shows like Leverage or Burn Notice or Covert Affairs or…

I really started thinking about that this week after a mini-lecture on the subject at a teaching instituted I attended.

And my mom was a seamstress. And seriously could have done that job were she not such an incredibly gifted reading teacher.


You knew it had to come up sooner or later. Own and/or work at a bookstore. It’s kinda my idea of retirement. And there’d be a cafe area and I’d do the baking. Coffee would be local and fair trade. And there would constantly be social book gatherings.

If not that, then librarian.

Perhaps this can be my retirement plan?



Interior designer. I think know this one comes from watching too much HGTV. Which my gym is all too happy to air during the day. And which I am all too happy to pay attention to one those rare occasions when I get to sleep in or have to postpone the workout for later in the day. I’ll say this, it keeps me on the cardio machines for a lot longer than anything else.

I look around–especially my house–and see a canvas. I just have no idea what to do with it.


And last, but certainly not least, a buyer or some sort of employee for Title 9  or Athleta. Because every time their catalog comes out, I want one of each.








I guess the good news is that I have some marketable hobbies. Or careers I can give characters in books.

And I like the path I’m on as far as a job is concerned. It’s a vocation that is meaningful, stimulating and makes a difference. It’s the way I can offer healing to a bent and broken world.

But sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I’d had more of an opportunity to pursue one (or some) of the above.


Losing my muchness

When the Mad Hatter (Johnny Depp’s) looked at Alice and said “You’ve lost your muchness. You used to be much…muchier,” I resonated.

I used to be much muchier too. But I seem to have lost my muchness.

Chalk it up to the time of year. I don’t do well starting about March 1 until after Mother’s Day. That part hasn’t changed or really gotten any better.

Chalk it up to the 60 hour work weeks and this semester from hell…which may not kill me outright, but it will damn sure test my mettle.

Chalk it up to the revolving door that is my semester and the feeling that I work all the time but never get anything out the door…because when Monday rolls around, there it all is–all over again.

Chalk it up to being 3 months into my thirties and the feeling that my life is a run away train and I can’t hop on long enough to enjoy the ride. (Cue Ben Folds’ Still Fighting It)

Chalk it up to being the mother of a child who is a 7 year old, a 10 year old and a 15 year old all rolled up into one 5 foot 2(???) body who has a ton of needs when it comes to school. And have I mentioned that he’s not motivated? Right. He’s 15.

Chalk it up to feeling the weight of being the mom–which I am at the end of the day–like it or not. And there’ s no changing that.

Chalk it up to feeling the weight of all of these things…and having Queen sing I want to break free in the back of your head. It’s no wonder I’ve wanted to go to Colorado or Big Sky or the Pacific Northwest. It’s big and open and there are no demands of me there.

Call it what you will…I used to be much muchier.