It feels like that is all I have been playing for the last year. No, not for a form of transportation as Dr Seuss suggests. Not literally. But I have been waiting to find that destination, the one thing that might make me sit still. Perhaps I have been exercising geographical cures, although not purposefully. I think now it is time to settle down. The people who love me are tired of me wandering about wondering where I belong. I can't say I blame them, especially since I have a 3 year old. I just wish they might exercise more patience with me.
I learn by doing. It is the way I have always been. I hope it is not how I will always be, but I am 24. Don't I get a break at this age? Do people normally react well to the way you treat me, as though I was a hamster needing to turn the other direction on this wheel?
At the moment, I think I may want to go into nursing, although I suppose that might be up for debate. I just don't think I was made for this silly business stuff. I have tried and failed. Isn't that what I always say, though? When does this crap end? Is it because I am young? Or because I just simply cannot make up my mind?
So, I have launched onto a course of vigorous action. I got a job, which I start on September 9. It is a part time restaurant job, but the hours may allow me to search my options with nursing. I met with a nurse midwife who suggested I shadow a midwife or two.. However, now neonatal nursing or ob nursing sounds fun, as does becoming a lactation consultant.
Lord, please send me the answer....
