My purpose?

Oh, my purpose… Where to start, where to start? I honestly don’t know… I don’t know if that’s necessarily a bad thing though. I would rather take life as it comes and not destine my entire future on what I think I want in life now, because quite honestly I change up my life a lot. I just have this tendency to get bored. And when I get bored, things must be changed for the safety of all mankind. I hate being in one place for too long. I hate being “settled” I suppose is the proper way to say it. I like living my life in a sort of organized chaos, which may or may not be healthy? I think it keeps me on my toes. That’s why I find my purpose to be such a mystery…

                In my life I will need a job, unless I get an un-Godly amount of money from some long lost relative that seems to have a liking for giving me money. Unfortunately I don’t see that happening, so I guess I had better have a safety net career right? Right. So throughout my life I have wanted various careers… At about seven years old my best friend Keysha and I were going to be dolphin trainers together at Sea World. Plausible right?? Ummmm no, mostly due to the fact that I could not then and cannot now swim in water any deeper than my height… So at about ten I decided that I was going to be a veterinarian. This was actually the possible career that I kept in my life for many years. I looked up colleges and how much it would cost me and all the possible career options that I had. Then my grandparents had to live with us for a while because they sold their house faster than they could move into another house. It wasn’t really an issue, we had the space, I loved my grandparents, and what could be the downside to it?? I hated their dog. Hazel was this canine she beast’s name. I have never hated a creature so much in my life! She was a spaz, she barked all the time at nothing, she jumped on people, she bit, she was potty trained only when she wanted to be, and she ruined everything by either clawing it or chewing on it. But my grandmother loved this dog, no matter how satanic the dog was… You couldn’t scold or smack the dog no matter what… My grandmother loves all living things, which is a nice quality in a person I suppose. Well there is a fine line between being an avid animal lover and being a bat crap crazy cat lady, and grandma went passed that line about a mile ago… Yeah either way we moved out of that house and ever since then I have not had a fondness for pets. So vet was done for me.

                Then I moved on to wanting to be a doctor, why not the pay is good and everyone loves a doctor?? Unless they are giving you unpleasant news or a shot but other than that everybody loves and respects a doctor. I was all set on going to medical school for the extensive amount of time. But back then I thought I didn’t want a family. I wanted to get married and all that jazz but I didn’t want to do the whole child bearing thing. This would have been ideal if I were a doctor. I would be able to work all the hours that a doctor is required to work and not have to worry about not being around my child enough or making sure I had a baby sitter… Pretty convenient I know. But then I kind of changed my mind and decided I would really like a family…. So the whole doctor thing wasn’t going to happen, too time consuming.

                So now I am where I am now… I want to be a nurse. My mom is a nice and I have gone to work with her a lot and I really enjoy it. Plus there are so many options in that profession! I could work in a hospital, clinic, ER, retirement home, and I could even go into home care. So that’s nice considering how often I like a change of setting!

                So my purpose… Yeah I have yet to really know what that is… But I do have a general idea. I will be a nurse, wife, and mother.  Plus I am already a daughter and sister… So mesh that all up together with a few more random things I haven’t thought of yet and there you go my purpose.