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So Many Paths

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I am in a bit of a funk right now and I mostly blame it on not knowing what I want to do with my life or even what I want out of it. I'm happily married, live in an awesome place with a great view, making decent money, and successful in my own eyes. The only real goal I have ever had was to be rich, not to buy things, but to be free.

The opportunities of life are everywhere. Recently in a job interview, I was asked the typical question of "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?". I am sure he was looking for some typical answer, but I told him "Honestly? I don't see how it could get much better". The only realistic thing I could think of was having more money in my bank account or maybe a first child.

I don't even know what I want to do as a career anymore because of the all the options and I feel as I just started. Do I want to be just a designer, maybe specializes in mobile, be that startup guy that has to handle business things, or maybe something completely different? I enjoy them all and I always want to expand that basic list.

The greatest thing about our field is that there is always something new to learn and better ways to improve our skills. What do I want to learn and improve on today? iOS design, Quartz Composer, Rails, JavaScript, illustrator, SVG, typography, business models, lean methodology, Wordpress, basic spelling & grammar, marketing, taxes, raising money, and everything else in between? I sometimes feel this is also the worse part of our field.

I ofter wonder if I should be a master of one or a jack of all trades. I think to myself I would love to be a master of a few, but I know deep down I want to know and do everything.

I am sure this is a normal feeling when someone puts so much pressure on themselves. And I am sure I will get over it. There is so much to do and so much to learn in such a little time. Maybe there is some magic calculation of opportunity cost vs time vs risk vs satisfaction. Or maybe I just need to have another beer.