I love science, I really do. But I can’t help but be a little jealous of my friendHenry who recently landed a pretty incredible job as editor in chief of two recycling publications back in Portland.
I mean running columns is about as fascinating as watching grass grow or paint dry—and it’s slower than both. It’s not what I plan on doing for the next five years, but I’m terribly afraid of waking up fifteen years from now and realizing I have to go to work and purify a protein I don’t care about. My passion for science stems from the questions it can answer and I’m trying to answer some really cool ones.
In some ways I think I may be better suited to be a science writer than a hardcore bench scientist.
I think who I’m really jealous of are people who have found a singular passion that drives them to do amazing things. They don’t regret the decisions they make because there are really no alternatives for them. I have a sort of diluted passion for everything, I always get fascinated by something and learn a little bit. And then I get distracted and never follow though.
I just hate the thought of looking back and saying “I shoulda done this or that”
