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Life sometimes demands radical change. I am looking very hard at my life and wondering what could be done to make it seem meaningful. For the time being I will bypass Thoreau-based ideas of living in nature and stay in the vein of what would be considered more mundane... though I enjoy the sentiment and might want to try it one day... not today.
In a way it feels like a change in school would be appropriate. Not simply going to another school to study Psychology, but actually persuing another venue of education. Of course, I am not far off of graduating with my Masters... so perhaps this should really just be a thought for continuing education AFTER my Master's degree. (The loan people would just love that... sure they'd have to wait another couple of years to get the money, but OH how the interest would grow.)
Perhaps I should seek employment elsewhere? No, I like my job. It isn't difficult, the people there think I'm a intellectual marvel just because I can actually count money and make rational decisions regarding balancing customer service and bank security, and they give me benefits... even though I'm only part time. That last one is the kicker, most places wont do that.
Allow me to dispel what I fear Emily is thinking as she reads this. No, I'm not even in the territory of thinking I need a change there. (An aside for Emily: I love you)
I can cook, and I learn new things on a steady very slow pace. Perhaps spending more time actively engaged in finding new and fun things to cook? Maybe just another hobby alltogether... like woodworking or... uh... honing the skill of throwing pencils into the ceiling?
There are six holes in my ceiling placed in a nice little circle. I have been looking at it for several minutes now wondering, and the only conclusion I can come to is that something must have been hung from there by a previous resident. I wonder if it was a plant of some kind (doubtful as it is in the middle of the room).
This coming Wednesday marks the end of this semester for me. I think I shall spend the free time that the semester's end generates to pick up a new hobby or skill. I am all for suggestions. (And no Dave, that doesn't count, I already know how to do that.)
In a way it feels like a change in school would be appropriate. Not simply going to another school to study Psychology, but actually persuing another venue of education. Of course, I am not far off of graduating with my Masters... so perhaps this should really just be a thought for continuing education AFTER my Master's degree. (The loan people would just love that... sure they'd have to wait another couple of years to get the money, but OH how the interest would grow.)
Perhaps I should seek employment elsewhere? No, I like my job. It isn't difficult, the people there think I'm a intellectual marvel just because I can actually count money and make rational decisions regarding balancing customer service and bank security, and they give me benefits... even though I'm only part time. That last one is the kicker, most places wont do that.
Allow me to dispel what I fear Emily is thinking as she reads this. No, I'm not even in the territory of thinking I need a change there. (An aside for Emily: I love you)
I can cook, and I learn new things on a steady very slow pace. Perhaps spending more time actively engaged in finding new and fun things to cook? Maybe just another hobby alltogether... like woodworking or... uh... honing the skill of throwing pencils into the ceiling?
There are six holes in my ceiling placed in a nice little circle. I have been looking at it for several minutes now wondering, and the only conclusion I can come to is that something must have been hung from there by a previous resident. I wonder if it was a plant of some kind (doubtful as it is in the middle of the room).
This coming Wednesday marks the end of this semester for me. I think I shall spend the free time that the semester's end generates to pick up a new hobby or skill. I am all for suggestions. (And no Dave, that doesn't count, I already know how to do that.)