Returning from my Hiatus (senior year blues)

I'm back! Just over a week ago, I made my return to the real world after a two-month stint as a camp counselor (never thought I'd do that again, certainly not at a camp that wasn't the one I grew up going to), and now I've also returned to Philadelphia, where my senior year of college has begun.

I don't know what I'm going to do after I graduate. In about eight months, I'll have a bachelor's degree in classical voice, and I'm really not sure where I'll go from there. I've always known what the next step was in life, and now I don't have any clue where my path will lead.

I have a lot of drive and talent and passion and charisma, and I've learned a lot about who I am over my twenty years and change of being a human. I know I love music and performing and telling people what to do, but I'm not exactly sure how to apply that into a Real Adult Career Path.

Right now, I'm about to begin my second year of music directing Broadway on Broad (Temple University's musical theater cabaret club), this time without a co-music director, and I'm incredibly excited about it. Music directing has been the thing that has allowed me to feel the most purpose I've maybe ever felt in my life, and I'm so grateful for the experience. I think if I had the piano skills to accompany, I'd want to pursue music directing as a career, because I love it so much. Unfortunately, those are vital skills that I lack.

Every time I am involved in a project, I put my all into it. I take a lot of pride in my work- if my name is going to be attached to something, it's going to be well done. I just don't know what it is I'll be doing in my life. I feel as though I have all the tools to make something incredible happen, but I don't know what it is I'm meant to be building. All I want to do is make good art and collaborate with smart people and have things come out of my brain and go into someone else's brain and make an impact.

I'm only twenty years old, and I realize how pretentious I must sound (if having a high opinion of oneself ever becomes a crime, I should be one of the first parties jailed for it), but I also feel as though this may be one of the last times I have the footing upon which to toot my own horn. If I am to be humbled once I graduate, then I must revel in my awesomeness while I still can.

I sure am looking forward to my senior recital.

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  1. Jack DorishOctober 18, 2021 at 11:08 AM

    Dude this is highly relatable and so insightful whatever you end up doing you’re gonna slaughter it!

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    1. ConwayOctober 20, 2021 at 9:12 AM

      Thank you! Hope you're doing well these days!

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