My Own Pris…Wait, I hate Creed!

–Two months later–

I’ve decided to write a blog.  O yeah, hei!

All is…well, honestly…all is still frustrating and craptastic on the Missy Front.  Not to complain, but I’m going to EFFING complain.

Some things are going great.  The financial situation is much better, I have a job, my health, friends and family.  I’ve been running 20+ miles for the last (almost) three months.  The cinnamon roll I had for breakfast was delicious.  I can confidently say I still hate Funyuns.  KiKi is no longer throwing up after every meal.  I’m starting to feel like I’m taking control of myself and my life.

But some things are driving me up the wall.

Much like the previous few posts I’ve written in regards to self doubt and fear, the biggest personal issue I’ve come across is I’m afraid I will never have a profession.  No, really.  Anything.  I don’t have a “trade.”  I don’t have a specialty.  I don’t have a given/proven skill set.  In my quest to try a little bit of everything and move to and from as many projects as I can I’ve come back with nothing.  I feel like a jack-of-very little out of several-trades.

My current methodology = Do as much as possible without focusing and/or paying attention to anything at all.

I know a lot of recent and semi-recent college grads have kind of fallen into the same category; they’re still trying to find their niche, still trying to find out what they want to do.  I know I’m not the only one.  But I’ve worked for years out of college and still don’t know what I’m good at or what I enjoy.  Pick the wrong college major?  You betcha.  *gun shot *peuw peuw*  *wink*

The question is “Now what?”  Yeah, I…don’t know the answer.  A change has gotta come.

In other news, Creed has returned.

Dear God, Help Us.