Today I was failing to take a nap and my brain was running its crazy zigzags. And I was thinking about how next year I want to get a serving tray. (I’m going to have a normal apartment again, so I intend to do a lot of hosting.) And my mind was tra-la-ing along about how I can learn to hold it with one hand and it will be great practice for when I’m a waitress.
Then I remembered that I will probably never be a waitress. I will probably just teach for the rest of my life. I used to imagine a million different careers for myself and do weird things to prepare, like learn to type really fast (for when I became a transcriber) or draw a thousand floor plans (for when I became an architect.) But I can give all of that up now, if I so desire, because my career is pretty settled. Because I am old now and we old folk have settled careers.
Now, I know you’re all thinking “people change careers roughly a thousand times these days!” But I’m not people. I’m going to be a teacher forever and ever and ever. And I’ll only get to carry my tray with one hand in my own house. And nobody will tip me.