Recently, I’ve found myself struggling with purpose. Actually, not so much just recently, but it seems my whole college career has been plagued by this uncertainty. What do I want to do? How am I going to make money? How do I balance the need for self-fulfillment with the need to make a living?
Here’s where I have been so far: I graduated high school with a picture-perfect GPA, and decided to attend Kent State University with the hopes that by starting school and entering an “exploratory” program, I would be able to figure out what I wanted to do. It seemed simple, but it turned out that nobody else could tell me what to do.
I don’t remember my exact thought processes from when I decided to major in actuarial mathematics, but they were something along the lines of “I’m good at math, I am an intrinsic, analytical thinker, and this career will make me some cash.” For a while, this choice of path seemed like it would be enough for me. I got through three semesters with fantastic grades, but wondered about my life after college.
The thought, “what could I do to find the most happiness in my life?” was triggered by several things, one being a roommate who was also struggling with the same thoughts. I overheard a phone conversation he was having with his sister, and as he posed questions like “why am I doing this when I don’t enjoy it and it will take up the majority of my days?”, I found myself trying to answer them. The next morning, I got up for a general music understanding elective. I noticed how enthusiastic my teacher was (and always had been) about the subjects she would teach. Her gestures would widen and her eyes would light up with joy and excitement as she explained the cultures behind music created around the world. The subject itself did not interest me much, but the way that she taught had such an impact on me that I wondered, “What could I do that would fill me with SO much excitement that it would affect others as she has affected me?”. This thought came to me during my next class, macroeconomics, in the middle of which I thought “why am I here?” and left before she even began to teach.
These three timely events made me realize how much I loved music, and how audio engineering would be the perfect blend for my love of music and analytical mind. I could see myself recording and mixing the music I loved in a studio somewhere, and I believed I had found my career. I enrolled at Kent State Stark branch for music technology, and have spent the last two semesters in classes dealing with musical performance, music theory, and music technology. The classes have been great, as music really interests me, and I assumed that if I worked hard, my dream job would eventually be found.
Then I began to think again: Is this the path I want to go down? Working so hard to build a name for myself that I lose sight of the importance of family and friends? Working so hard that I lose sight of the love for music that got me involved in the first place? Am I really willing to relocate somewhere not of my choice to find a job, one that’s not likely to pay well or have benefits?
I had previously talked with three people I knew who were involved in music one way or another about audio engineering. A friend’s uncle who has been a live sound engineer and had worked up to becoming a product manager for a music equipment company had advised me to get my degree in something else. An engineer with whom my band had recorded an album told me not to go to school for a bachelor’s degree in audio engineering. A local music enthusiast, show promoter, musician, and podcast host asked me what my backup plan was if audio engineering didn’t work out. On top of this, I had all kinds of friends, family, and acquaintances who were not exactly as sure as I was of my decision.
Needless to say, doubt began to settle in. The only thought that kept me going was that this was my dream job. Then I realized that maybe it wasn’t. My dream job would involve making decent money recording and mixing music I loved. Two issues there: audio engineers do not make buku bucks unless they are churning out pop radio hits. And do I enjoy pop radio hits? No. Not at all. So I would either do what I love and have to worry about insurance, relocation, supporting my family, and basically just making enough money to live comfortably, or hate myself for selling out to mainstream music. And neither of those appeal to me.
So now, I find myself back to where I started, but with a little more experience under my belt. I now know that music is not the career path I’d like to follow, but rather a hobby and lifestyle that I would love to keep for the rest of my life. So process of elimination should help me out a bit. However, I’m still searching for that job that will give me a perfect sense of balance, something I enjoy doing and feel good about doing, something that pays well and allows me the freedom to go wherever I decide, something that allows me to continue playing music and maybe even build my own home studio for weekend sessions. The more I think about careers, the more I realize that I do not have just one goal in life, but rather, many goals that need to be balanced to achieve happiness. I want to enjoy my career. I want to make money for a variety of reasons; to support a family, to support my parents if need be, to support my musical endeavors, to live in a decent neighborhood. I want the freedom to be able to live in a big city or a suburb (because I don’t know where I’d like to end up). I want decent hours so I have the time and energy to spend with the people I care about and the things I care about.
Therefore, to pursue what I THINK I’d love in exchange for everything else on my list does’t make sense for me or anybody in this position. Especially when I know that once I start a family, the most important thing will be their well-being and happiness. That’s looking pretty far ahead, but at the same time, it’s not to soon to begin thinking about when it’s so important to me. People always say to follow your dreams, but I’m not going to sacrifice the rest of my realistic desires for them. Especially if that dream may not be as perfect as I once thought. I want several things, and if I can’t have them all, then my mathematical brain is going to find out how to maximize the benefits.