I probably should have studied my first love
Archeology.
I would have much more satisfaction
digging up diamonds and rubies.
Brushing the ancient dust off
each gem lovingly with a soft mink paint brush.
Than I do sitting at a desk typing
and logging and invoicing etc.
Hmmmmmmmmm okay my daughter says
“Mom you can always go back to school.”
And she is right, but who would help pay the mortgage, food, bills and her collage expenses?
It’s nice to know she supports my idea of learning anyway.
How did I get where I am today? Was there a fork in the road that pointed one way to Carpel tunnel land or Indiana Jones?
I wish it had been that clear, instead of the vagueness of the paths that fork off, giving us
No idea to where and what we are headed.
Can we turn back? Once headed down a particular road? Or do we realize too late that we are on the wrong path?
Has anyone ever turned back and lived to tell the tale????????
I am sure some one has and there are books written all about it on shelves in many libraries all over the world.
Yes I will probably watch Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom tonight.
1 comment:
Hi, I found your blog thru Pat's (A view from the Edge.)
I can relate to this post... I don't think it's ever too late to change paths... difficult maybe, but never too late. Or at least explore side paths! I recently returned to school (now at 42)... to study art of all things... maybe not something I can make a living at, but something that kept calling to me. Look forward to checking out more of your blog.
:)
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