Yeah,
that long ago.
ANYHOW.
Since I've started school, I've changed my major from Piano Performance to a Bachelor of Arts in Piano.
Now, I've given up trying to figure it out for now. Major status: unknown.
College next year?
Unknown.
This year has veered so far off of "The Jill Plan," I'm not even sure where to go from here.
Ever since freshman year of high school, I've toyed with the idea of culinary school. I always pushed the thought away though--why would I abandon a college education when some people would kill to get a secondary education?
Well, I'm a week or so away from completing a semester, and I already feel fairly sure that the "college" life isn't for me. I've thought about interior design (how fabulous!), English (how intellectual!), and even French (how chic!).
But I just can't picture myself loving any of these subjects as a career--especially not a life-long affair.
You always have to eat. Right up until the day you die.
I've always loved cooking and baking for friends, and the more I think about it I realize I could incorporate all of my other interests into a culinary career somehow. Music (they play music in restaurants!), gardening (fresh! food!) literature (art inspires other art!), interior design (my restaurant/cafe/coffee shop/whatever would look fantastic!).
Somehow, it just makes sense to me. If I do decide to go to culinary school, my life's going to take a sharp turn. But I think I'm okay with more change. Change seems to be a recurring theme in my life lately.
After all, I swiftly went from blonde to redhead.
Besides--whenever I get overwhelmed I just keep telling myself two more weeks until break, two more weeks until I can start exploring options for next fall, two more weeks until I can fully enjoy all things Christmas-y.
And suddenly everything seems okay.
