Job: check.

The notorious "unemployable" is now just the opposite. I am employed, therefore, employable. It is nothing glamorous (surprise) and it is not experience that I will be able to apply to any future career (Lord, have mercy on me and give me a future career). It is, however, a pastime that I not only have much experience in, but one that I have semi-perfected. I say semi because each day brings a new surprise in the form of temperamental moods. I am a nanny, yet again. The ever-capable care-taker of children. A modern day Mary Poppins that lacks the flying umbrella and whose "children" are active members of today's "spoils" system". Do not mistake them for bratty, that they are not, they can be sweet; however, being children of our society today, they have lost that certain innocent and obedient quality that was once innate to the kids of past generations. What they want is what they get, and God forbid you tell them "no". Oh well, it is only temporary and I move ever onward.
So now that I have a schedule, a commitment(not my favorite of words) and an income, it is time that I focus on the future. My future: my academic/professional/personal/mental future. The possibilities seem endless. Here I am, at this point in my life where I feel I have too many options, so many to pick from that I am having such a difficult time doing just that. Maybe I'm a part of the "spoils system" after all. Just a few months ago I was traveling through countries in which most of the members of their societies have little to no options. They are born, they are raised, and they will die in the same place, doing the same thing. They don't have many "career" options. They are lucky to have any job at all that can provide food for the table. Every person in this country, however, has an opportunity, every person in this country is capable, and with motivation, is likely to overcome discouraging odds. So here is the problem I can see with having all the opportunities in the world: not taking full advantage of them; having the fear that your lack of success will be disrespectful to all those who don't have the options, as if you wasted it-- that we are products of a wasteful society. I guess I have to silence the fear and not give it a surface to thrive upon.
So for now I have a job and what's left is to create a clear path in a forest of options with many intersections. It seems that everyone else is doing it, so surely, then, I am capable.