Brigisms...

I always told myself I would be pretty cute at least until I was about 35. Things I have taken into consideration to come to such conclusion have been the way my mother has gracefully aged over the years versus her major life traumatizations, and the fact that I am still being carded for lottery tickets a month shy of turning 24. Unfortunately, I feel I have finally come to a crossroads where I still know I’m hot, but am starting to feel life’s tolls on my not-so-perfect skin. I never thought I would actually get by in life completely on looks but thought I would be able to  milk it for a lot longer than it has felt. I pissed my way through high school knowing that worst case scenario I would get on my feet by my late teens and then start college in my mid 20’s. That would cause me to just barely swim to shore as a college graduate in my early 30’s, still kind of cute and now with a bargaining chip. That was the plan. I sit here, as I have for approximately the past 3 months, trying to figure out what this magical career is going to be and as I do my research I am increasingly upset with my options and their unforgiving starting salaries. I am a bartender making fantastic money, not just for my age and experience, but apparently also for life. Do I do this as long as I can and save every single penny to then invest? Or do I do this just long enough to graduate college and earn a career in something that will turn me into a droid and make less money than I currently am but still be able to work normal human hours until I am old and die? I have hardly 6 months to make a confident decision before I go completely insane.