Sometimes, it seems easier to change your mind than to persevere when play "A" gets a little rough. Logic advises against it - particularly with plan "B" means 1) more education - which is a weird prospect when you're still finishing that other degree 2) lower potential income - which is weird when you haven't started earning yet 3) fewer career progression options without yet another career shift - which is, again, weird when you haven't started your career.
However, as the hour hand clicks closer to midnight, the more and more my brain goes: "You totally should become a personal trainer". While I know my father-in-law would breathe an (internal) sigh of relief believing I came to my senses and recognized the value of taking up a "trade" (with which I have no problem, it just hasn't been my path thus far), I also know that, despite the $40 registration fee, and the class starting September 28th, I'm taking the easy way out. After all, I haven't set foot in a gym in over 2 years, and can't even keep up with my Kinect training program, especially since it is 600 km away.
But every time I put on a pair of shorts and long for just a little more muscle tone, or when I try to find the time and money to both work at a job and work out in a gym, the fitness trainer path just seems all the more appealing. And less reliance on talent and networking, as the creative industries tend to need.
Instead of registering for the fitness theory class to set that ball in motion, when I put on these shorts, I went to my thesis meeting, then applied for more jobs in the career path I know I'd prefer, even if it takes much longer to get there.
And if nothing else, I found an outfit that matches professionalism and party, taking me from said thesis meeting and job application, to my going away party tonight. Should you be up for some friendly adventure in the Regina area, we'll be at the Rack tonight. Should you be up for some creepy adventure in the Regina area, keep in mind there will be a posse there to keep me safe.