Noche

I had a chat late last night with a man in an interesting line of work that I once thought I wanted to get in to, but is, according to him, over-glamorized and misperceived by the public.

I hadn’t really thought about that field in a while, except during those occasional bouts of “Is there a purpose to all of this?” but after our talk, the wheels are turning again. Apparently, a MBA may actually help me get in to this field, albeit tangentially.

Amongst the (printable) things that stood out from our conversation is the following edited tidbit.

“There is a price for everything… No one will ever marry an <insert profession here>. You’ll be the three year fling they have before they go and find someone stable to settle down with.”

Would that be so bad?

EDIT:  A reader asked if I could be more cryptic with this post.  Yes, yes I could.  “The Blue Wolf howls towards the chartreuse moon at midnight.”