a shadow of a doubt

sometimes i have doubting moments. i'm quite certain i chose the right path 3 years ago when i decided upon psychology, but today, i wished more than anything that i was an english major. and then i began to think... 


the reason i did not become an english major: {though i was tempted to do so} 
a. i did not want to teach high school 
b. what do you do with an english degree besides teach high school? 
c. i did not want to be chained to my laptop, writing a trillion papers each semester. 

but that vision still sits in my head-- of me, writing or editing away, curled up in a big sweatshirt and a mug of hot cocoa, surrounded by books and drafts in a cluttered mess of bliss with sunshine streaming through the skylights. 

it is so idyllic. 

but my vision ignores the fact that there would be no income, a lot of headaches, and again, no income. 

the logicality removes the romance of it all i suppose.  if i was not graduating next month i would probably throw caution to the wind and in a wild moment of spontaneity declare english as my lot in life. thank heavens i already went to the grad fair and got fitted for my cap and gown. otherwise i would be committing myself to much more schooling, and perhaps an asylum.