A beginning

    I am writing here because I feel I must. My situation is not unique- not in my area or in my time. My situation is not dire- it is one of privilege, but perhaps not enough privilege, for my tastes, anyway.
    This blog and these post will be for those like me, and for myself, because as I will explain below, this is a necessary outlet, and hopefully a healthy and productive one for me as well.
    I would not consider myself over-educated, but I'm educated enough to know that there could be a better life for me out there in the world- the life that my parents told me about- the life of success that comes to those born from white middle class parents in 20th century America. The life where one is not merely getting by, but thriving. I am surviving, as it is, on the things I love, on my hobbies, my friends, my job. But just surviving. If I were to stay the course, I wouldn't foresee anything in my life changing. Or at least not improving. I take enjoyment of life where I can find it, but my current kicks will not satisfy forever- I know this. If I wanted a family, or any sort of financial security, things in my life would have to change in a big and lasting way.
    I know there is a lot of opportunity out there, especially for a college educated twenty something. I have never claimed to be a 'go getter,' and I was never consistently an 'A' student. I never really had plans for what I wanted to do or make of my adult life. I used to look down upon my peers who picked a major and a career path as if they were drawing numbers from a hat. Now I almost envy those who at least had the resolve to choose something and stick with it. Many subjects interested me in school- none of them seemed like something I could make a career out of. Truthfully, I never considered having a career in any field... I never really wanted a career.
    So I left college with a degree in liberal arts and philosophy. I took too long getting out, what with changing majors and transferring between schools. Even the excitement I used to have for learning new and fascinating things diminished. In the end, I left without any formal training to enter the job market. I was not ready to be an engineer, chemist, banker, accountant, or teacher. All I had learned (that I can remember), is how to be an exceptionally good student. I leaned how to do the reading, analyze it, comprehend it, and hold discussions about the subject in a meaningful and informed manner. I can take good notes and study them. At the end, I scored high marks on any and every test. I am grateful for the skills I acquired. I can listen to the evidence, and tell a sound argument from bad. I can read convoluted text and glean meaning from it. I am not without talent and learning, perhaps just drive.
    I realize this is a hell of a first post. I don't mean for this blog to be without humor or wit- I just felt it necessary to explain myself to any and all readers. I have a lot to say, much of which I hope is interesting to at least someone besides myself, and the first step was for me to create a place to do so, and then to write something. This is just the beginning. Future posts will bear more relevance to the title of my blog, and hopefully the spirit of this endeavor will take shape. That is all I can do for now... I needed a beginning of any sort, and this will have to do.