my life is a series of wine flights
December 3, 2009, 2:55 am
i got stuck in the philly airport before thanksgiving and ended up at a wine bar with classmates. soon after, i realized that every career choice i’ve ever made is basically identical to how i choose to drink wine: every step of the way, i choose the option that allows me to keep my options open as much as possible.
at the bar, i drank three wine flights and one cheese flight. that’s 9 different kinds of wine. 9 different grapes. all of them were perfectly good
on the life side, the same phenomenon occurs. i went to michigan (so many good majors to choose from!), became a journalist (so many good topics to write about!), went to b-school (unlike med/law, so many options after graduation!), went to wharton (see michigan), and am now possibly considering consulting (see journalist and substitute “topics” and “write about” with “industries” and “work for,” respectively).
this is a problem. some of the people i was with at the airport actually bought full glasses. one guy got a whole bottle. these people make way more money than i do. there is some correlative effect going on here and i want to discover and conquer it.
did i just commit myself to being an investment banker?
