Do you ever think about how you got to where you are at in this “so called life?”
I’m an aspiring writer living in Las Vegas – trapped in a Poker Dealer’s Body. HELP! Is this the “Invasion of the body snatchers.” How did I get here?
I’ve done so many different “follies” as my husband calls them over the years trying to figure out what it is I’m destined to do. It’s been quite the interesting ride to say the least.
Let’s see, last year I decided that I was going to be an X-ray tech so I signed up for two classes at UNLV. That didn’t take long to realize that this is “not my cup of tea.” It was way more involved than I thought.
The year before that I decided I was going to be a dog groomer (I love dogs) so I went to Dog Grooming School. No one told me I was going to have to squeeze anal glands, I didn’t sign up for this, GROSS! That is one shitty ass smell, literally. Looking back I do realize that I wasn’t very good at it anyway. My best friend told me after I finished with that “adventure” that dog grooming is a job that prisoner’s do.I know that’s not true but it did make me laugh.
When we first moved to Las Vegas I thought I wanted to be a schoolteacher. I found a very expensive preschool to volunteer at. After a few days of that I decided I hate kids. This one little bitch, all right she was only 4 years old, but she was a bitch. She had her hands on her hips and points her finger at me with a major attitude and says, “I don’t have to listen to you, you’re not my mother.” I body slammed her right against the jungle gym, just kidding. My schoolteacher interest definitely fell by the wayside after that stint.
So, it is so refreshing to me that I finally feel like I found something I love to do. Who new I loved to write, I sure didn’t. It just puts me in a such a happy place when I’m blogging. I can be totally exhausted but as soon as my hands start flying across the keyboard I’m wide awake with sort of a buzz on and a happy little smile.
I look forward to making some friends through blogging. I love reading other people blogs, I love how supportive bloggers are of each other, I love how they take the time to comment on what we’ve poured our heart and souls into.
See you in “Blogosphere”, happy travels to my friends that I know and the new ones I hope to meet.
Sorry to laugh at your woes, but you have a way with words! 🙂
I went to college the first time as a political science major. Then I studied English and Philosophy. Then I totally dropped out without a degree in anything! Went back, thought about becoming a chemist. I never once thought about becoming a nurse…. I may have to blog that story, actually.
And right now, at 38, I’ve been accepted into nurse practitioner school…and suddenly find myself thinking I don’t want to be that!
So don’t fret if you can’t find your niche. You’re not alone; I’m a prime example. Because, as everyone who knows me knows–what I really want to be is a geologist.
Sandy, I really enjoyed reading your thoughts on your life plan.I think it takes a lot of guts to try all that you have. KEEP THE JOB, to pay your bills but it’s so much fun reading your thoughts for the week on your Blog.
I thought I was the only one who wanted to do a different thing every day…. glad to know that’s not the case… 🙂
I never knew this about you…love hearing more about you and your ideas of who and what to be. I try to comment sometimes but it doesn’t work all the time…what gives I wonder.
Sandy, I really love reading ALL your blogs. Honey don’t give up on this one because I think you have found your place in this life. Writing is def for you. Some days I reread them and laugh til I almost pee my pants.
I just found your blog from ANichols and I have to say – I love your humor. You sound like me but (I bet) I’m much older and should have figured it out by now, but I have not. I would love to move to Las Vegas (or anywhere warm) but not brave enough to pack it up and move.
I have always loved to write and so glad that I found blogger (nearly 3 years ago now). Wish I could actually get paid for some of the writing I do but I haven’t figured out HOW to get to that next step. My two sons are very good fiction writers and my youngest will probably get published before I do. I can live vicariously through him – right?