I don't usually blog about my feelings or get into intimate details about our lives. It seems like I'm crying for attention, so I avoid it altogether and probably sound like a robot. I will give being real a shot. Lately I have had a lot of time on my hands for thinking, which is usually not a good thing. I want to start up my career after being a stay-at-home mom for 18 months. Being home with my child has been the most wonderful opportunity of my life but I am starting to feel like I want to try something different. I can't decide if I could really leave Tren without crying the entire car ride away from the house or not. But I do know that I want to keep improving myself and helping others in the process. I envy my classmates who have found jobs working in hospitals, interacting with people who can benefit from their knowledge. And so, this is dilemma numero uno.
I also have a new problem with reading too much. And yes, it is a real problem because now I live in fantasy land, telling Jared about every crazy idea that could happen to the world. We could be attacked by mythological creatures, terrorists could destroy our society, there truly is one ring to rule them all, I might be a descendant of the Grimm brothers and meet fairy tale characters. The list goes on and on. The most interesting of my recents reads is a series by Chris Stewart called The Great and Terrible. It is LDS fiction about pre earth life and what happens next. Reading it terrifies me and strengthens me all at the same time. It's an odd feeling. IF you are looking for a book that makes you think further than werewolf versus vampire. I would definitely pick it up.
And last I need to complain to the unseen internet community about a recent issue that is giving me a lot of grief. I have recently decided to finally take care of myself. This is in the sense of seeing doctors about some of the things that have been bothering me lately. One of these trips to the doctor was for a cyst on the palm of my hand. It causes me quite a lot of pain and I can't do something as simple as a pushup anymore (bringing me great sadness as I used to be able to do quite a few). Anyway after two consultations with different doctors I have been sent on to a third, a plastic surgeon to have it surgically removed. Now I know that it is not a major procedure and my life is not on the line but I am quite annoyed with it all. I know in the end I will be glad that I have full use of my hand again but I'm a stubborn lady who likes to use her money on things other than doctor visits. So wish me luck that all goes according to plan and that this thing is gone soon. Then the pity party can be over.
