Permanent Job

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.

Always.

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.