Tuesday, December 11, 2012
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.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Bring a fuzzy jacket....
Where I am… Well if we speak in simply geographical terms I am in Aurora Nebraska, 68818. That doesn’t sound too terribly exciting now does it? It doesn’t even sound that special, “Oh yeah I’m from Aurora.” Well so are a mass amount of other people so join the club! But I like to think I am pretty special so I suppose I will get into some specifics as to where I am…
Right now I am sitting in a chair in the media center. It is frigid as always but today I came prepared and am wearing a delightfully snuggly and overly large Husker’s hoodie. I’m not real excited to be here right now, to be honestly I am dreading it. All I want is this day to be done. I’m not usually such a Debby Downer, but my day didn’t start in the most amazing way. First of all yesterday I had a wisdom tooth removed, not exactly unpleasant due to the intense amount of numbing substance I had injected into my gum. I think the most unpleasant part was the grotesque scraping sounds coming from my mouth as he did something to uproot the unnecessary tooth. But it was quick and painless so I survived! Nobody told me that I was going to randomly start drooling blood on myself in the middle of Sam’s, I’m pretty sure people thought I had TB or something… So I wasn’t really a fan of that, I was even less a fan of when the numbing agents wore off… Anyway fast forward to 6:45 this morning my mouth is throbbing, my face is swollen, and my tattoo itches like you don’t even understand. But I got up and went to shower, only to have my efforts thwarted by my father who woke up late and demanded the shower first. His sleeping in caused me to be late to school and caused him to forget I was in desperate need of gas so I had to pay for it… So yeah today is not my day to say the least.
But that is neither here nor there. I’m usually a more positive person, so let us venture to a more positive topic. My home could be considered where I am, because that’s pretty much where I am most of the time anyway. It’s nothing too special or extravagant, but it is where I call home and I am pretty fond of it! It’s a simple farmhouse off the highway, with a garage, and a typical red barn.
Another place I am all the time is school… I’m not REALLY here willingly but it’s kind of a good thing to be required by law. As I previously pointed out the media center is freezing, but so is everywhere else in this school! Ryan Johnson and I have a theory that the school is kept so cold so our souls are preserved. I don’t care the reason I would just like to be warmer, but alas this is not the case hence my latest investments in giant fuzzy hoodies and jackets.
I guess another place I frequently am is my work… That is not a place I like. I don’t like it at all. Pretty much just hate it. But I am in constant need of money, so it’s kind of a place I have no choice to be in. When I say it’s terrible I mean it’s really , really terrible, not just an over exaggeration because every teenager hates their high school jobs… no it is awful. I have to deal with terribly rude customers every day. And I cannot stand up and defend myself against their awfulness or I get the joy of being fired… So I have to paste on a smile and say, “Thank you, have a nice day!” But in my mind I am silently screaming, “BURST INTO FLAME, BURST INTO FLAME, BURST INTO FLAME!!!!” Fortunately for most of society my mind powers haven’t worked yet… I’m putting emphasis on the word yet because one day I like to think I’ll get lucky and the next old guy that tries to call me stupid because I’m blonde will be smited...Where am I at in my life? I have no clue…. I like to think one day I will be able to sort that all out. But who knows??? Right now I am just going through my life trying to build a good base for the best future, you know going to college, attaining financial stability that whole shebang. Moral of the story I am pretty happy with my life, except for the frigid coldness of the media center…. That should stop…
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