a call to mediocrity
i'm increasingly realizing that i have a lot of wonderful, inspired goals in life, and that many of them aren't really shooting for the stars. they don't require the advanced degrees i'd always thought i'd want, and they certainly don't make the big bucks or bring much societal prestige.

for example, some things i want to do with my life:

be a back up singer

work at an indie coffee shop

work at an indie book store

work at a giant conglomerate book store, for that matter

help with wardrobe, hair, and makeup for undercover CIA operatives

be a personal shopper

be a stay-at-home wife

be an extra in television shows

work at a library

be a roadie

but, if they're what i want to do with my life, then they're nothing short of perfect.
coffee shop wages: $7 per hour. not being a technical writer: priceless.