Dream Job In a JC Penney

Recently on a wild adventure in search of a dress to turn the pumpkin of a girl that I am into a princess, I found my way into a JC Penney. I eventually was able to find such an outfit and went to check out. I was helped by a chatty cashier and we stumbled onto the topic of me being a junior and the forever daunting loom of college on the horizon. She asked me what I wanted to do, to which I responded with an expression that was a mix between a deer in the headlights and an ant under the shadow of a stiletto. I laughed to hide my clear lack of any clue what I am going to do with my life, and to my relief she laughed along with me and tried to make the question easier:

Out of this list, the one that has clung on the longest is writer. I love the power of words, the teleportation of plots, the painting of characters. But, unless I manage to be the next JK Rowling, I do not know how far writing can take me. I do not know if my rambling is enough to live off of, to survive off of. Hell, I don’t even know if my passion for writing will last, whether it will fade like all the other occupations or not.

The suggestion I always receive is do what you love on the side, while you do something that you can learn in a college, make money with, look impressive with for your real job. But I don’t want to put what I love on the back burner! People should spend their lives doing what they love, not what they feel they have to do. I refuse to spend my life being bored. I will not waste my time doing something that does not interest me, that I do not feel a fire in my soul for. Everyone deserves to do what they are meant to do, what they love to do.

So if I was back in that JC Penney, I would actually have an answer for the cashier this time. I would tell her I would be a writer with a passion for film and art, someone who believes strongly in helping others, and has a fiery enthusiasm to learn and teach. I would tell her I would be someone who makes people laugh, loves performing on stage, being part of a team. I would tell her I would be exactly who I am and who I want to be. And that is what my dream job really is. It isn’t a title or something to put on a college application. It is simply the ability to be myself and in the process to help others do the same.

But I am still only a junior. I have another year. Who knows what will happen, how I will change, who I will become. Besides, I’m just some rambling kid from Minnesota. What could I possibly know.

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