When I grow up, I want to be...

The way I'd complete that sentence changed pretty much every week for me when I was a kid. And now that I think about it, it still changes about that often and has't stopped changing, or at least fluctuating between a few favourites.

Which is a bit of a problem now that I'm supposed to already 'be' something other than a student.

When I got my job, I was pretty excited - it was one of those that gave you the opportunity to move around - yet another way I was putting of being defined by a specific job or role.

Instead, I've found myself six months into a job, without much experience that will bring me any closer to deciding what exactly it is that I want to do. Make that without much experience. Period. At most, it has helped me rule out one or two things I definitely don't want to do.

So that's two down, and another 10 or so to choose from!

Perhaps it doesn't have to be a complete elimination process.

But all the same, not feeling challenged in the right ways at my job has left me feeling restless and craving a change. The only thing is, the latest possibility of a change that has caught my fancy is this writer's job I saw. Judging by my complete lack of materials to present should they want to see any samples of my work, the minuscule readership of this blog, and the fact that that job I saw doesn't pay very well (read: I'm not ready to take that huge a pay cut to actually do work instead of bum around), I'm guessing the prudent thing to do is sit tight in my less than satisfying job.

Thankfully the holidays are here!

Time to think about wrapping presents (I have a few ideas about cute ways I'm going to do that) and finally using my cute handmade gift tags that I've just been itching to use!