Hello, Quarter-Life Crisis

As I sit here sharing a cold piece of pizza with Ernie in the middle of the day on a Tuesday, I can't help but think about everything I want to be when I grow up.

Because this type of casual setting, complete with greasy carbs, invokes that sort of inspiration. Trust me. Ernie and are waiting to be inspired in the career department. We want to go to law school, start an orphanage, and basically save humanity, etc, etc, etc. It's an overwhelming path to take. And we don't know where to start or if we're certain about any of it. So we get overwhelmed by all the possibilities, the what-ifs, and the should-haves. And we end up sitting on the couch and eating instead. Not to mention, there is a towel on my head and I am still in pajamas.

We are obviously headed for success. And fast.

But seriously?! Am I still having this "What do I want to be when I grow up?" argument with myself??? I really thought this topic was for kids. And certainly college students. But not college graduates!

Just months ago, I thought I had my life pretty planned out. Funny how that all changed in a jiffy. Because here I am several months after graduation wondering why I didn't study public relations or business. If I had gone that route I might make a little more money and have a lot more options.

You win some, you lose some. Could've. Should've. Would've. But no regrets. I loved studying people. I love kids. I love families. I love what I do. I just want to keep growing. And doing. And being. That's what life is for, right?

Through the onset of this sudden quarter-life crisis, it doesn't help that I injured my back lifting a patient two weeks ago and am still not allowed to resume my typical duties at a brand new job that I worked at for less than three weeks. Ugh.

I have worked since I was 15. I do not like not working. I do not like waiting around only to eat cold cheese pizza on a Tuesday afternoon. Ernie begs to differ. From the look on his face and the sound of his deep snoring, I think it's safe to say that he loves phase two of Momma's unemployment.

We have tried to make the most of this experience. We always do. We've enjoyed getting outside a lot. We spend at least an hour every day walking around the heart of downtown Salt Lake, which we've both fallen in love with. We love living downtown. I actually think we are becoming city folks. But don't worry Kentucky and Idaho, we won't forget our roots. Not even a little bit.

But you have to admit, this view makes even the reddest of rednecks fall in love just a little.

Here's to another week of failures and successes. It's what we do.