I have been officially unemployed for 2 months now, taking my voluntary sabbatical from life to reassess my goals and figure out what I'm really supposed to be doing with my workweek that will leave me fulfilled both personally and in my bank account. The sorry thing is that I've had all this time to "reflect", and I don't think I'm one step closer today to the answer than when I started. Frustrating!
Should I go get my master's? Should I go to school for 3 more years to earn a useful degree where I'll make great money in a good career but I'm not bubbling over with excitement about the job? Should I do a 2 year program in a field I'll love but I'll have horrible hours and would need to move? Should I just do a certificate program and hope for the best? Or maybe I should forget the whole idea of school and just find something, ANYTHING full-time? What about getting a part-time secretary or retail job just to have something to do until I can "find myself"? What if that day never comes? Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Still up here in WV, think I'll stay through the end of the week. I'm really lucky to have a great husband who supports me in my crazy whims. I don't know how many women have marriages where it's OK to fly off to Texas alone, rent a car, and hop around Dallas and Waco just to visit old friends. He even supported me with my disaster relief training to go to New Orleans alone, even though the Red Cross ended up not needing me to go. I can't imagine being married and not be "allowed" to do things anymore, but for a lot of people I know, that's just the way life is. My husband knows that I did far crazier things when I was single and I lived to tell about it, so he might as well trust me. Maybe we're the strange ones. ?? I'm not sure what I was really expecting married life to be like, but we definitely don't tie each other down. The best part is that we love each other even more after we've been apart for awhile! I'm so thankful for him.
Busy day tomorrow. I'm earning a reputation for being a slavedriver around this house. My mom is actually getting stuff done because I'm standing over her and forcing her to make decisions. I'm such a bad, bad girl.
