taking the plunge

So I went in to meet with an advisor today and wound up applying for school. We'll see how this goes. My set graduation date is Sept 2010. I can do this. Medical Assistant seems to be a relatively valuable career path. I get to enjoy helping people, but I don't have to work at a store any more, what more can a girl want? YAY, no more retail! I'm quite excited about radiology and other aspects of the career path, just a little apprehensive about the needles and blood. But the plus is, I get to wear scrubs to work, no more dress pants and heels (not that I wore heels much, but still) I am going to be a lifelong student at the rate I'm going. Why is it so hard to figure out what I want to be when I grow up? I'm terrified of the aspect of going to school again. I just have this insane need to have everyone like me. Why is that? You all like me right?

I just don't get it, or insert sarcasm here

With all the glitz and glamour and hoopla around the Golden Globes last night I was fascinated, nay, thrilled to hear that all the celebrities were being extra concious of our nations financial woes. Apparently through the power of high end fashion and rented multi-million dollar jewelery, it was their way of saying, "hey, we feel you, we are wearing toned down colors and slightly less bling just to make you, the American public, feel better." Wow, thats great hollywood, thanks for thinking of me. Just when I thought the rich and powerful didn't care, the folks at US magazine conveyed that powerful message to me via the television set this morning. Kudos to you rich and famous, kudos....

Day 1 Week 1

Yesterday I resigned from a job I have had and loved for a long time. Had loved being the operative word. Sometimes even a little push from a higher force is all it takes to jump headlong into an empty pool. Not sure yet if I will crash and burn, but we'll see. I have not had to "look" for a job in a long time, nor have I really had to think about what I wanted to do. The whole thought of embarking on a new chapter in my life is a bit scary, but its odd really, I'm not as worried as I thought I'd be. I know it seems a bit cliche really, but for the first time in a long time I am relying truly on a higher power to guide my way, or as a lot of people I know would say, I have finally "let go and let God". I am putting my faith in God and hoping that the path I am on will lead me in the right direction.
For the past few days I have been discussing, quite frankly mostly to myself, but also to a few friends and family members, about things I could do with my life. Those things, some realistic, some not, and some potentially somewhere in between are these:
1. re-open the Curves franchise across the street (moderately acheiveable)
2. go back to school (not sure)
3. sell my organs (not realistic, just threw that out there)
4. begin applying for any and all retail jobs I can find (frankly my last resort. I want out.)
5. join the circus (again, these are just ideas)
6. write a book (actually, kinda one I'm thinking I want to do, just not sure how realistic)
7. restart my massage practise (logical interim decision)
Thats the list so far, small and limited, but my life is a work in progress. Which also correlates to the to do list I have for my life that I started before I left my job. The biggest of those was to lose weight and get healthier. That was how the idea to potentially write a book and my mom's suggestion of starting a blog came to be. So I will start here and see how my writing skill progress.....