Most of the posts here are for you, the reader. But, every once in a while, I write one for me. Well, for future me.
This is one of those.
It is weird, sitting here on the first day of a permanent job. I know, I know, I've done this before. I had a "permanent" job at Holland America Lines. I also had one at Stafford Creek and look how those turned out. I lasted six months and three weeks respectively.
I think that is the only way I can do this though. I have to know that permanent, doesn't mean permanent. I have to believe there is an out or I won't do it. Talk about commitment-phobic.
Nursing has never been a calling for me. I didn't dream of becoming a nurse for years. The idea never even occurred to me until I was already past thirty. I think I do well enough as a nurse and I know I can stay a nurse until after the boys are grown, but I'm always looking for a way out.
So, I write a book. I plan a mushroom farm. I plot world domination. I always look for the next thing.
I'm always chasing something.
I don't know if I can ever catch it. Or if any of that matters.
So, buy the book. Maybe I can make it as a writer and see if that works.