The times, they are a changing

Well I know that I am not alone in this, but it sure feels hard to pick a new path. Since Brad passed away, I have known that I would eventually have to re-enter the land of the living, but it is amazing how much I struggle with that. So many people have said, "This is a great opportunity to go back to school!" Yes it is, but the question has always been what path to pursue in schooling. You see I already have a BA and my ECE. The BA is a great addition to a resume, but with English as my major, does not lead to any specific career path. The ECE obviously has a specific direction to daycare, but with the girls being 2 and 4 years old, I have to be honest that spending all day with similar aged children and then coming home to my own two darling children just does not appeal to me. I fear that I would be doing a disservice to myself and them, with the potential for a short-circuit in my brain. So where does that leave me?

"What do I want to be when I grow up?"

I have heard many people say that recently. Everyone from my sister, who is on maternity leave, but not sure if she wants to return to her workplace, to another parent at the daycare where my children go, who will be laid off of work in the coming weeks. With the economy sitting in the precarious spot that it is, I know many people are worrying about their jobs and finances. The newspapers are pretty thin in the classified section and layoffs are becoming a common story in the media. Who isn't worried about their future? The stress has me struggling to come up with an answer that I wish I could just say "Eureka!" too. A walk in the sunshine may do my aching brain some good. The promise of warmer weather is in the air. So is the promise of a new tomorrow....

At the end of a new Day

I met someone in the coffee shop I frequent who suggested that I start a blog. He had seen me with pen in hand pouring out my soul to a little notebook. My journal often holds my thoughts and helps me to sleep at night, but sometimes those thoughts need to be written down so that you can look at them and figure them out, day or night. My journal rests on my bedside table and is my confidante after the kids are in bed. My notebook is my list holder, shopping aide, and emergency friend when I need to get something out of my head, so I can analyze more fully what my brain is thinking and doing. Crazy brain has a mind of its own sometimes and I need to stop and figure it out.

Anyway, I thought that a blog might be another interesting spot to let my thoughts pour out. Maybe someone will have additional insight into life's mysteries and point them out to me. We all need a helping hand sometimes! So a blog has been added to my life. We shall see if it brings me insight from myself or others, but for now I must rest my head and say goodnight.