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2.09.2010

NOT why I live here

The weather.  More specifically, the cold weather.  I'm not a fan.  Which is why I live in South Texas, where winter generally only lasts a few days/weeks, and we only know its happening because it's cloudy.  So when you're telling me we're going to have a crap load of days that are in the 30's, that's no bueno.

So I haven't been running.  Externally I'm blaming it on the cold weather.  Internally I know it's because I'm a bit depressed.  I'm not happy with the way things are going at work, and not knowing where things will stand on Thursday is not helping.  And unfortunately, that's really all I can say on that for now.  Even though there is BOAT LOADS more.  Ugh.  Maybe THAT'S why I'm really depressed.  Because I have so many things that are being pent up inside of me and I can't even use this as an outlet.  Stupid interweb with all your easy accessibility and super defined search engines.

The nice thing about this job change thing though is that it gives me an opportunity to figure out what I want to do in/with my life.  I've had plenty of time the last few days to sit and ponder the epic question 'if you could do one job, what would it be?'  And you know what my answer is?  I DON'T HAVE ONE.  There are so many things I want to do, or be, or experience, that I don't have just one job I feel like I can pick over all the others.  Sometimes I'm completely inspired by So Mellifluous that I want to go into music therapy.  And then other times I'm watching House and think I could completely handle the medical field.  Or I read a facebook update by a friend who is directing band at a school and I want to get back into that.  Or I go to Sea World and think I should go into marine biology.  Could I possibly be more random?  Here I am, literally weeks away from starting my life over again, a gift of sorts, and I got nothing.  Granted, I only figured out a few days ago that I WAS starting my life over again, but still.  Shouldn't I have this figured out already?  I'm freaking 29 years old and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

Well now.  That doesn't have anything to do with the weather, now does it?

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