Lazy...

I am not a lazy woman. I was not a lazy child. I spent my days growing up feeding chickens, gathering eggs, doing chores, cooking, cleaning, raking leaves, moving cattle. In short, I lived a farm life. I loved it. When I wasn't doing those things, I was reading or playing in the dirt.

I've spent a lot of time lately trying to figure out what it is that will bring me joy where my career is concerned. I'm a fixer. I like a problem that has a clear beginning and end. So science - well...it might not be working out. You see, we've talked about this before, but science is best when it leads to more questions. This is sort of the recipe for eternal frustration for me. And that, of course, is the appeal of going back to school so I can do medicine. It doesn't much matter in which capacity, doctor, nurse, nurse practitioner, physician's assistant...it's a question of: a patient comes in sick/hurt/broken, the patient leaves with a diagnosis/plan/cure/fix. Easy, right?

Not really. Doing medicine means more school. If my grant doesn't get funded, my family is going to be in a world of hurt. I'm going to have to find a way to compensate for my salary at State QUICK, OR - I'm going to have to pull my kids out of their school and go back to school myself while teaching at night. I haven't really decided...it's not just my decision, you see. My husband has a say, too. And there's still the fingers-crossed, eyes-shut-tight hope that the USDA answers my plea and this isn't an issue for another two years.

I digress: The point is - the things I loved as a child are the things I'd like to do as an adult. And so, I'm currently seeking a job as a person who reads books for fun, plays in the dirt, and gets paid a WHOLE ton of $$$. Any suggestions?

XOXO