Life is for the Living

So, I am in the middle of watching Grey's Anatomy and decided to start writing again. Grant it....it's just a blog but still, an outlet is an outlet is it not? For the sake of privacy, we will say that my name is Verruca, though most of who will read this will know that my real name is something else. I'm a 31 year old mother who just got remarried in June. I work for a great company, sadly, I can't really post what that is. It is an office setting, and I am really enjoying it. The hours are great, but definitely going to add on to them once I pass the waiting period in month. So...what to do with all of this extra time...learning guitar is an option since I have the guitar and instructional videos. I'm going to start working on my Master's degree in the next month or two. I'm going to finish with a Master's in Organizational and Industrial psychology. Perfect for any organization really. Someone who knows how to aide in the moral of employees...sign me up! My biggest issue in this life is that I am what is considered ed to be a jack of all trades, but a master of none. I used to believe that writing was my "thing", and then being a lawyer, and now working in Psychology which used to mean counseling, however...that would probably be hard for me since I care too much for people. Sounds weird right? Well if you become too attached it affects your life, and sometimes not for the better. You begin bringing everything home and become less effective at actually helping. On top of that, a social work degree is about $100,000, so that is a no go. I was not born into gold so I have to find avenues that I actually can afford. Besides, the new company I'm working for, provides a pension, meaning that I am not going anywhere as it ensures my future will not always include a typical work week, or as my last employer made me participate in, a crazy work week with virtually no home life, social life, or proper sleep schedule. On top of everything, the work place practices for this place were in no uncertain terms "a factious torture chamber that leaves you bereft of your soul". I was feeling emotional this week and my husband decided that this must be my soul regenerating. So my soul is like a human liver and can regenerate if further damage is not inflicted. In short, changing jobs saved my life. More than just finally having one (a life), but the fact that I suffer from several disorders that a work place like the one I came from, are not conducive to good health. When you balance the need for money and the need for family, friends, and health the choice becomes more clear though the decision is one that you have to make with great financial thought. Which I did. I tossed and turned at the idea of going from $46,000 a year to 12-13 dollars an hour. However, the benefits of this life changing decision have left my family in a better place emotionally. And to me...that is worth its weight in gold.