Choices

Today I was looking at college websites. As I sat pondering about my future, three ideas bubbled to the surface.
One: I want to be a social worker. A good, reliable choice for me. I love helping people and my goal would be to work with those who go through chronic pain-- a topic I can relate to. I had it all planned. What school was best, how many years I would go, where I would work. Extremely reliable plan.
Two: My dream career-- to be a writer. There is a fantastic creative writing program at a local college. Of course I would love to do that! There's only one problem...what would I do after I acquired my degree? This reoccurring fantasy I have managed to conjure up in my head is that I'd be an author. It's a long shot, I'll give you that. However, that's my dream. Who knew it could actually be in reach?
Three: The ideal, amazing job for a person living with EDS. Being a sign language interpreter. I've always been interested in sign language but I didn't know how to teach myself. I only know a few things. The alphabet, how to count to ten, random introductory phrases (such as, "My name is Aryanna. What's your name?" or "Nice to meet you" and "How are you?") and a bunch of nouns that have no relation to one another. There is also a great ASL program at the same local college with the creative writing one! It's ideal for EDS because I could take an interpreting job whenever I choose. If I'm having a bad day, it's entirely up to me. Right?
Sigh.
So you see my problem. For now, I'll just sort through my options. I still have two years until college. Yikes.