Testing the water...
*tip toes in*
I am going to try and post a babble about where I am heading in my life. Don't let my computer in on that fact or it might decide it is hungry like it did yesterday.
Okay so to begin this story we have to go back to the year 2001. This was the year that I realized I had lost all touch with reality and had become a non-person. I had no interests that were my own, I had no drive for life, and I was in a relationship that seemed to just make these points worse instead of helping me to become a more enriched and enlightened person. It was actually the end of the aforementioned relationship that allowed me to open my eyes and realize that I was going nowhere. I took up sewing. In a very short period of time, I made somewhere in the range of 50 pillows, 8 fleece quilts, 1 small quilt, and an enormous quilt (that I still haven't finished). Needless to say I took to this new hobby with enthusiasm.
Aside from my new love of fabric, I also started creating more collages, and I decided to stick with psychology for a major in order to get the hell out of school. Got my degree, hung about for a bit in Kent, lived at the Grand Canyon for 3 months, and then moved myself up to VT to be near the sis.
Things have been interesting since moving up here...I worked at a high end salon and met some fabulous people, I work at a hospital and am getting a greater appreciation for the intricacies of Western medicine, and I once again lost track of myself. It wasn't nearly as bad as the first time it happened because I realized what was occurring and was able to stop myself from losing all interest in life. I took up sewing again with vigor this time choosing to create bags of all shapes and sizes to share. I made myself go out and appreciate the beauty that is Vermont. And I set to thinking about what I want to do next...
I have absolutely no desire to be in the medical field for the rest of my life or at least not in the physicalmedicine aspect of it. I keep coming back to the conclusion that I need to go back to school for my Master's and PhD in psychology cause well I'm good at talking to people and helping them out. Or at least this is what everyone tells me.
Yesterday I sent away for my first packet of information on the grad school I would most like to go to. I am kind of scared out of my mind. This means I am going to have to go to another completely different place to start over and create yet another incarnation of myself. But hey apparently I live for a challenge. Wish me luck...