Because I like to keep things interesting.

Some girl stole the ONLY outlet in the Barnes and Noble cafe, so now I am in the very back corner of the place. On the floor. Next to the "Marijuana Book." Life is hard.

So there was this one time, about two months ago, that I was offered a job.

Ecstatic, I accepted. Read about that here.

And now, about two-and-a-half weeks after beginning, I have left my job.

"But WAIT!" Someone says. "Have you looked at the job market? Do you realize how lucky you were? Do you want to starve out there in the big, scary world?"

Sometimes things happen, and you have to make a choice. There was a gut feeling, a whisper at first, that grew into a scream so fast I wasn't sure if I could tune it out any longer. I couldn't. And I know deep down I made the right choice, and the person who belongs in that position will find it.

Of course, that leaves me out floating in the oblivion somewhere, grabbing onto obscure things for leverage and hoping they don't shatter into a million pieces when I do.

But to be honest with you, I learned so much from that experience that I'm not even worried. I was so happy to have a job because then I wouldn't have to be that person. The one who graduates college and, when everyone asks them what they're doing next, doesn't have an answer.

I was afraid of the silence after the question. Because all my life, I equated myself with what I was doing.

I was a student. A newspaper editor. An editorial intern.

And now, I suppose, I'm...nothing?

I'm still lucky, you see. I am going back to my old internship temporarily, so I will have some sort of income stream.

But I was so afraid of not having a career path immediately after graduating that I forced myself into one.

And now, with my first real job in corporate America behind me, I am having to actually sit down and ask myself, "So what do you want to be when you grow up?"

And you know what? I kind of like it.

Because for the first time I'm not worried about making anyone else happy. All I have to take care of now is myself. That's a pretty profound feeling, when you are the only one in charge of yourself.

You can go anywhere and do anything, and the time to really do that is a rather small window.

I didn't want to muck up my window by doing what I thought I should.

So I'm back to square one. Figuring it all out. As I think everyone is in some capacity. It doesn't just go away.

All that being said, I have some job hunting to do.

Cheers to another midweek accomplished!