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....