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Turns out my football team might be OK this year. Every game they show pretty consistant improvement, which is exciting and our team nearly beat a ranked team last weekend. I'm excited for division play, which starts this weekend against Missouri.
My life keeps on keepin' on. I'm loving my internship at the GLBT Resource Center. I've gotten a position at a different day care, one that pays a little more. I'm having some angst about that because let's face it. I don't know what I'm doing with my life. And that feels really, really scary. Like, I went from high school to college, I went from college to grad school without taking any time to figure out what I really want to be doing. I'm so used to having a plan. I've spent so much time trying to do the right thing that I haven't really stopped to figure out what the right thing to do is. But I'm terrified of getting stuck. This baby thing is not what I want for forever. So I've been alternately wigging out and giving myself permission to be figuring things out. This is such a societal thing. When you meet someone, and you ask what they do they say "Oh I'm a secretary/nurse/mechanic/lawyer". I am a. Not, I do. So we equate career with identity. And this job is a)not a career and b)not an identity. And I want to figure out not just what I'm good at but what I really want to be doing. And I'm trying to give myself permission to do that. Aaaanyway.
We're watching America's Next Top Model. It's oddly, horrifyingly addictive.
My life keeps on keepin' on. I'm loving my internship at the GLBT Resource Center. I've gotten a position at a different day care, one that pays a little more. I'm having some angst about that because let's face it. I don't know what I'm doing with my life. And that feels really, really scary. Like, I went from high school to college, I went from college to grad school without taking any time to figure out what I really want to be doing. I'm so used to having a plan. I've spent so much time trying to do the right thing that I haven't really stopped to figure out what the right thing to do is. But I'm terrified of getting stuck. This baby thing is not what I want for forever. So I've been alternately wigging out and giving myself permission to be figuring things out. This is such a societal thing. When you meet someone, and you ask what they do they say "Oh I'm a secretary/nurse/mechanic/lawyer". I am a. Not, I do. So we equate career with identity. And this job is a)not a career and b)not an identity. And I want to figure out not just what I'm good at but what I really want to be doing. And I'm trying to give myself permission to do that. Aaaanyway.
We're watching America's Next Top Model. It's oddly, horrifyingly addictive.