I feel ever so plastic at the moment. Every new thing I’ve learnt in life has left me wanting to know more. But I can’t do everything in this one life. And, it’s so stressful to choose one or two things to start a career in.
Of course I want to study psychology/affective neuroscience/developmental/social but I also want to do this from a research perspective AND a clinical perspective.
Oh and if that’s not enough, that was just my one thing. Maybe, I want to get involved in property and real estate.
Maybe, I want to learn how to draw, to sing, to make pottery.
Writing this out makes me realise something though. One choice I make now, doesn’t necessarily mean it is the end of the world for the future me.
I guess I should pick what the me right now wants to do – although, she’s rather chaotic and full of steam, raring to go! When she’s calm, I’ll try to take a logical methodological stance and try this conversation with myself again.
God, Covid also makes this way more stressful. Do I apply for masters for next year? Do I wait? Do I do it part time? Ahh.