Venting

I'm sitting here at my desk after just having spoken to my mom. This is the first time I've mentioned any problems with my husband to her. As I expected, she handled the situation in the most pragmatic way possible.

I've got so much flying around in my head right now. I mean I'm analyzing massive life changes but I can't seem to make any sort of solid decision on anything. Housing, my dog, changing careers, moving out of state, etc. I had thought of maybe going back to graduate school to become a Dietitian but how on earth would I pay for it and live on my own? How can I keep up the things I love: my blog, my friends, etc. What surprised me is what my mom said about work. She said she hated the idea of me being a Dietitian. I was confused for a second but she elaborated. "I don't think it would suit you at all... it's too boring. Don't think about what you're qualified to do, think about what you WANT to do, then figure out a way to do it."

She's right, you know. It'd be boring for me. I thought it would be a good idea not because I'm passionate about it... but because it was practical and safe. The thing is... I have no idea what I want to do that would PAY me enough to survive. What would I both be equally good at that is also lucrative? I HAVE NO IDEA.