November 8 & 9 Q & A - Career and Changes

Always late, but worth the wait or so my license plate frame said in high school... or maybe that was a bumper sticker. Wait, maybe it was a keychain. All I remember is that I had something that said that on it.

So the writing prompt for last Thursday was:

If you could have any job (and instantly have the training and qualifications to do it), which job would you want?

What job would I want? That's a good one. I would honestly go back to school to make any of these a reality if I didn't already have a student loan the size of a car (mercedes) payment: interior designer, teacher, marriage and family therapist, or school counselor. I would also not mind going to law school, but that is not really part of the question. Just a random fact. Interestingly enough, I went to school for interior design for one or two semesters, and I am part way there for the other three... Oh, but the question stipulates that I instantly have the training and qualifications.

I think I need more creativity in my nine to five life so I suppose if I had to narrow it to one, I would say interior design. I'd like to work with colors, patterns, textiles, different floor plans, different styles and tastes. It would be like putting a puzzle together, and I think I'd like it very much. I stopped working toward it in school because I didn't care much about my own well being back then, just my loser boyfriend. My PSA to the young ladies of today would be: never sacrifice yourself!

On to the next question. It was from yesterday and goes a little something like this:

If you could change one thing about your life right now, what would it be?

Aside from the obvious (having kids) I would say I would change my fear of flying. Just a short tidbit: Nick and I had a vacation planned this past September. We were going to go to Washington DC and New York. I got to the airport and cried. I didn't think I could do it. I battled between knowing that I would disappoint my husband if I didn't go and torturing myself if I did go. Flying to me is torture. That is the only way I can describe it. For my husband, I tried. We were the last ones to board the plane. I couldn't do it, though. I turned around and walked off the plane. In that moment, I just couldn't do it. My poor husband.

I'd really like to be able to go. I'd like to be able to fly. I'd like to not hold Nick back.

I have to go to LA in December for work (on my freaking birthday). I'm debating whether or not I should fly. I feel like I'm strong enough to do it. It's a short flight. But I know when I get to the airport, it will be a struggle, so I don't know why I would do that to myself.  Agh! But, yes, I would take this fear away if I could. That is the one thing that I would change.

Boom. Questions answered.