There’s a group on Facebook called “I will kill your parents if you ask me what I’m doing after graduation.” Apparently this  is a group of people who are fairly uncertain about their future and feel uncomfortable when they have to admit it to friends ,  family and strangers.

I’m not one of those people.

I’m perfectly happy telling you that I am not sure what I’m doing. I know that I love to write. I’ve always liked it. It’s about the only thing I knew about myself when I was 18 years old and a frightened college freshman.  Once I got in, it felt like there were more options than credits at my disposal. I wanted to take a PR class, but the journalism powers that be didn’t want any cross-contamination.  To this day I regret not being able to take a basic PR class, where I could have learned a little more about the research side, how to create  a proper press-kit, etc. Still, a journalism degree seemed like a safer bet. I could do journalism– print OR web.. and I could branch out into PR. I also minored in literature so that I could keep up with the academic writing.

A lot of journalism students get uppity when it comes to PR. I suppose they don’t think much of it. As far as I’m concerned, I’m open to doing any kind of writing. If someone wanted a marketing coordinator tomorrow, and I got to dabble in Illustrator, InDesign and write… then hell, that would be THE perfect job.

If someone else said that s/he wanted a technical writer and were willing to train a neophyte, I’d jump at that too.

That’s what I love about this stage in my life. I don’t know what will happen, but I’m enjoying the fact that the options are a million. I don’t know if this sort of uncertainty will be quite as delicious in my thirties. It would probably be much scarier then. But for now it feels like there’s a road stretching out ahead of me.. with endless possibilities.