I have to laugh at myself right now, as I had most of what I written below, written for the wrong blog, when I wanted it here, so I had cut it, and then tried to paste it in the quick post main blog post writing page, that didn’t work. So I pasted it into a word document, opened up the correct blog’s dashboard, and here I am writing this post right now, with everything I had previously written.
It is Friday evening, and boy am I glad that it is the weekend. My job is going well, for which I am thankful. This is the first decent job I have had since I was in college. The previous jobs I had were good experience in the sense that I learned that the different fields were not where I was supposed to be.
That had gotten me thinking about the fact that I had changed my major from Early Childhood/Elementary Education to Social Science (with an emphasis in History), and how that was the right decision for me. I knew it was at the time, and in the years since I was in college I have had that reaffirmed several times. I may not be using my degree at the moment, but I hope to be able to somehow use it in the working world one of these days.
I was also thinking about how going away to college (albeit only about 65 miles away, but it was still enough away), was also the best decision for me. I know that being away, on my own, free to not let fear or pressure get in the way of finding a major that I loved and thriving. My first two years of college were tough, between a major I hated, a crappy black mold infested apartment with disrespectful and rude neighbors. It took changing my major, and making that decision all on my own, and following through on it was what got the ball rolling to make my college experience a good one. The day I changed my major, I had prayed a quick prayer to the effect of “Lord, if this is what you want me to do, make the process simple and easy”, two hours after the meeting with the adviser, I had a new major picked out (Social Science), as well as a minor (Literature), and I had all the required paperwork filled out and submitted to the right places. Walking back to my apartment after all of that, I had a peace about it that I can’t explain.
Over the last few years I have been getting more and more into Old Country (mostly Outlaw Country) With a little bit of Miranda Lambert and Pistol Annies mixed in. Johnny Cash hooked me. My brother has been helping me with giving me suggestions for more to add to my library, of the same genre and style. I am loving have so much more music that has an actual story to the song. I get that country isn’t for everyone, and I am not a fan of most modern country, as it is trying to hard to be a pop wanna be kind of song. I like the old country music, as I can envision being out in a small town, hanging out at the hall or a grange and this is what is being played. Country Music reminds me of being at home (where I lived for 4 years while in college), especially during the summer. Something about it, and living in a small town was the life that I had and loved. I loved the life I had there. It was while in college that I realized how much of a small town girl I really was. The city life lost all its attraction, especially when the largest city in the state was only just over an hour away.
Where I want to travel has been on my mind for a little over a week now (since I ordered a new little travel backpack), I want to go, and see different places. I want to go to Kenya and see the Masai Mara. I also want to go to South Africa and go to Kruger National Park. While I know that safety is a priority, I need to do my research, and most likely be going as a part of a tour group. I have been wanting to go to Scotland for years (6+ now), and that is going to happen. I am going to make it happen.