A couple weeks ago, I learned that I have high cholesterol. Weird, right? I went to the doctor yesterday and she gave me a list of foods to avoid, like butter. This is a travesty!
Last night, feeling all bummed out and high cholesterol-y, I decided to bake. We had a bunch of butternut squash, a lot of Greek yogurt, and not much else.
What can I make with squash and yogurt? I asked the internet.
This bread, the internet answered.
The internet was totally right on in this case, because the bread was amazing. Which led me to the obvious conclusion: I should become a registered dietitian (RD).
See, I started poking around the USDA food stamp recipe website and thinking how cool it seemed. I like the idea of making bread that’s healthy and delicious and is only 11 cents per serving! Why shouldn’t I become the person who tells people to make this bread?
The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. I started making a pro and con list in my head, and now [watch me go!] I’m posting that list for your consideration on the internet.
1. RDs can work in a bunch of different places like hospitals, athletic facilities, or at General Mills. I like the idea of one career field with a bunch of diverse job opportunities.
2. RDs work with rich people or poor people. There’s an interesting social justice element at the intersection of wealth and nutrition. Marion Nestle writes about this stuff and I love her.
3. Becoming an RD requires a bachelor’s degree and an internship. I would likely need to do at least a couple years of coursework, but it doesn’t seem like it would be a huge undertaking.
4. Vaguely medical yet does not involve blood! Also, decent salary and job outlook.
5. Opportunity to do coursework online.
1. I’d have to take chemistry classes. Good lord.
2. I just had this idea yesterday, so maybe I should think about it more?
3. I’d have to officially give up on my current plan. Which is me, continuing exactly as I am now, waiting to be “discovered.” Good plan, eh?
Let me explain: when I was an art major in college, I realized that, in all but the rarest of cases, successful artists have to constantly and vigorously self-promote. Now that I’m a little older, I see that it’s not just art; all creative fields require self-promotion.
*Now add a dash of introspection, Emma!*
I can’t self-promote. My current modus operandi, in fact, is to do the opposite by being self-deprecating. I don’t look down on anyone who has the valuable ability to self-promote, in fact I think it can be really admirable and I am jealous. But I totally, 100%, lack it.
Does this mean I’m not suited for creative work? For awhile I thought maybe not. See, I had the plan. The plan of waiting for lightning to strike, the heavens to open up, and someone to discover me. It wasn’t a bad plan, it was just a really, really stupid plan. It’s not the kind of plan that adults have.
If I decide to say FUCK IT and become a dietician– as one is wont to do — I have to give up the stupid plan. Which is weirdly hard. Because, even though the plan sucked, it would have been awesome if it had worked! I love the idea of getting paid to do something creative. I like makin stuff: art stuffs and word stuffs, mostly, but also other stuffs, too. Wouldn’t it be cool if an angel came to me and delivered that dream?
Giving up the plan doesn’t mean giving up being creative. It just means giving up on the angel. Goodbye, angel! I’ve got to go be a dietitian now!!
What do you guys think? Is being a dietitian the best plan I’ve ever had or the worst? Those are your two choices, so you are forbidden from telling me that it’s somewhere in the middle.