Tuesday, February 25, 2014

I just wanna...

What is it about being sick in bed for days that is such a strong motivator for strange new urges in life? Today, it's been running. For the record, I despise running! Quite a bit! But being cooped up is making me want to do all sorts of things. In particular I want to cook - of course not good things that would help me recover, like soup (thank GOD I made some last week!). Instead I want to bake layer cakes and crunchy, gooey cookies with caramel and coconut.

This is one helluva cold I've got on my hands! I'm feeling better today, but I'm still taking it easy. Thanks to my sweet, sweet boyfriend, I'm staying at his place while I recover so at least I'm not bored. The only thing worse than being sick is being sick with no cable or internet. One of his roommates was so so sweet yesterday and brought me a new box of tissues along with zinc lozenges and vitamin c and motrin PM to help me sleep at night. I have to remember to do something nice to thank him when I'm better!

On an entirely unrelated note, I've been spending a lot of time thinking about what I want to do with my life. It's a little tough for me because the only thing I've ever said I wanted to be when I grew up was a mom, and a teacher. My mom was a teacher growing up and I remember her telling me that I didn't want to be a teacher because they don't make much money, which is true! And the reality is that if I followed that dream, I probably would have been laid off by now. It seems that I am always hearing about teacher lay offs and that it is damn near impossible to get a job as a teacher.

And the reality is that when you say that you want to be a mom when you grow up, people are taken aback, as if you've just announced that you want to be a bank robber. It makes it tough to just announce it and let people judge as they will. But I can't help it if I love running a household, and arts and crafts are fun for me, and that the thought of being responsible for raising someone to be a responsible, caring productive member of society fills me with unimaginable joy. Sorry, not sorry!

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