But since it's been a year, I figure it's safe to assume that no one will even see or notice this little spell of thinking out loud. So many things on my mind but mostly, lately, has been this: what am I going to be when I grow up?
I've been very restless, wanting to DO something. I'm an incredible time-waster and I can just see me slowly wasting the next 20 years because I'm not doing anything in particular. Laundry and cleaning and driving kids to sports requires only so much mental capacity...the rest of what I might have is BORED TO DEATH. I need to DO something.
I could be magnanimous and volunteer and do for the good of others. That would likely be the highest road to take. I don't feel myself drawn that direction, sad as that may be. I want a job, I want to be challenged, I want to think/figure out/work on something. I don't know what tho!!! I'm totally untrained to do ANYTHING. Pitiful really.
SO. I've come back again to that elephant that was in the room for soooo long: court reporting. I thought I'd settled that I'm done with it. But I don't think so. I don't think it's done with me. It's overwhelming, the thought of trying to do that again, get back on that horse. Overwhelming. And yet somehow a little exciting. And definitely familiar.
So that's where I'm at. Do I? or don't I? Where do I even start to figure that first part out???