When I was in high school I knew I wanted to go into a journalism. I wanted to write. I wanted to be the next Woodward. I wanted to write pieces for Rolling Stone and Sassy magazines. I wanted to be a writer more than anything. I wanted to write novels.
But I was told those things were hard to get into and I had little chance of being successful, so I should go into Education and my family told me the same thing.
But now I’m a grown ass woman and I feel like we should have adult guidance counselors. Maybe I wouldn’t have been the next editor of Sassy, thereby saving the magazine. But that was a million years ago. Now there are brand new careers.
These are the careers I did not know existed in 1993 that I would be PERFECT for in 2019:
Baseball commentator
Cold case detective
Forensic psychologist
Bigfoot hunter
Emoji designer
Plus size clothing designer
Eyewear model
Lipstick/nail polish namer
Political pundit
Album tracklist order engineer
Speech writer
Christmas lawn ornament designer
Hallmark Channel inventor (even though I detest it)
Shiplap purveyor
Quirky beverage flavor inventor
Ghost hunter
Quirky temporary tattoo designer
AI snarky voice
Dumb baby name book author
Gourmet cupcake baker
Sexy costume designer of things that are not sexy
Sleep doctor
Designer dog breed matcherupper
Urban chicken keeper
House flipper
Emotional support animal advocate
And blogger extraordinaire
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