Summer Daze

I should be happy. I have a husband that I love, and daughter who is healthy and happy, a huge family that I can't escape, a job that pays well, a home that does the job, and extra money to play with. So, I should be happy. And for the most part I am, aren't we all? But, I am going freakin crazy just sitting around and waiting for something fun to happen. Something that makes me feel excited and happy to be alive. I really want to move to a place that inspires me, but family teathers me in and guilt hammers in the nails. So, now what. ugh Hmmm, my job kind of sucks. A nurse by all standards never shuts off, ever. At home we provide care for our family, then we go to work and save lives or something like that. Always providing care for someone else, and we as an individual fall by the wayside and forget to live. I want to go to work and have fun, be creative, and inspired. My husband, well I don't think I can change those in like a new car. Plus, he is pretty darn good at being my husband. Could you imagine being married to someone who is always searching for the next best thing. And he is pretty cute too. So I shall find my way in life yet.
I took one of those career assesment tests. And DESIGN of all natures came up in like ten out of twenty careers that would suit me. The test said I am an INFP. Look it up - scarey how spot on that test was. And to think I am writing about it in a blog. Oh, the irony. So, I am going back to school to be an INFP! Yippie. Now I have to pick a design....there are a lot of them. Graphic, Interior, Landscaping, Artist, Writing, blah blah blah blah. Yikes, I wonder if there is a test to know which design you are suppose to be??? Wait while I google that and I will be back. There is, of course there is. It says I should be an Illustrator or a Graphic Desginer. And I think I am too old to start honing my drawing skills freehand. So, it's probably Interior Design with a minor in Graphic Design.
I love paper! Love it. I love Fabric too. I could live in a store that was filled with paper and frabric and all the ideas that go with them. Now, if I could only get paid what an advanced practice nurse get's paid while I do what I love. One day. At least I would come home and not be sad or frustrated because I always have the worst day. Being a nurse = having the worst day ever at work, every single day. Someone is always dying, demented, in pain, abused, assaulted...shall I go on. Not very inspiring. Very sad. Very, very sad.
Ok, so this post wasn't artistic at all and was all about ME! :-) But it felt good putting it down and letting all of my internal emotions about this subject come out and hang. Next subject.