For quite a while now, I've been feeling a sort of professional malaise. I don't know if it's appropriate to describe my current job(s) as dead-end, but those are the first words to come to mind.
I know, I know -- I am supremely lucky that I'm able to make money and pay the bills in this economy, etc, etc. But at the same time, the jobs are lonely and not really what I set out to do. I came into these jobs expecting them to be temporary stepping stones to the places I wanted to go. But when does temporary end?
As time passes, and as job prospects are few and far between, I'm finding myself mildly considering graduate school.
Yes, I think I really did just say that.
It's not that I never considered it. It's just that it was always a "Maybe Possibly Someday" in my mind, rather than a "Perhaps This Fall."
There are some serious pros and cons to hash out. I don't really want to write more research papers -- or a thesis, for that matter. But I can't deny that having a goal to work toward would be a nice change from my current state of monotony, even if that goal is just getting another degree.
And I won't lie: the prospect of taking more literature classes does make my inner English minor feel giddy. She had really hoped to be an English major but never got the chance.