A little discussion yesterday with my mate led me to this personal realization after hearing extremely sensible words coming out of my mouth: “OMG! I think I’ve become a pragmatist. How did that happen? And WHEN did it happen?”
I’ve always been an idealist, an optimist, an earlier-in-life romantic even. Not many others who have known me throughout my existence would have ever described me as ‘practical and results focused’. Uh-uh.
Nope. That’s NOT me. At least it didn’t use to be me.
I didn’t grow up to be an accountant, or an actuary, or a paralegal/attorney, or anything remotely ‘practical’ in my career choices that assured me of a good-paying, reliable job once the initial training phase was completed.
Oh heavens no. I have a bachelors degree in ART followed by an ENGLISH masters degree as a Writing Specialist. Nothing practical or financially predictive about anything there.
I’ve had jobs ranging from being a college pump-jock in my dad’s gas station, to a woodworker in my own shop, to a farmer, to a Graphic Artist, to an Operations and Maintenance Supervisor, to a Technical Publications Coordinator, to a Graphics Project Manager, to teaching Technical Writing to junior college—“I don’t want to be in here”—students, to going out on my own with my publishing company and teaching REIKI to students who actually DID want to be in there, to conducting Self-Awareness workshops, to writing on any subject imaginable—just because I can, to being retired and a little bored and unfortunately a bit clumsy.
And now I’ve become a pragmatist.
I don’t get it.
Where did I go wrong?