Reality…That Pesky Thing

It’s been a while, and there are been some major changes in the life department. Rather, there have been some major changes in the decisions of life department. So, after getting turned down for the Anthropology program, I started thinking: is this really for me? Is that really what is going to make me happy? And an important consideration as well: is this going to get me where I want to be? Is this the best decision, not only for myself, but for my son as well?

So I started thinking about my own childhood, and the things I disliked the most. The things I remember vowing to myself I wouldn’t do the same with my own kids. My major memory? Moving… A LOT. New schools, new houses, new places all the time. I hated it. I hated moving, I hated having to make new friends every year, I hated all of the change, all of the time. Wait, so now what? I don’t want that for my own child! And what was I planning on doing? Why, getting a degree and making a career out of moving, travelling, and making my little family make new friends all the time, leaving old ones behind a vast majority of the time.

New decisions? Yes. Changing the major? Yes. Is it my ultimate goal, my ultimate dream? No. But there’s something more important in my life than chasing every single dream in my repertoire: my baby boy. What I want more than anything in this life a stable environment for him to grow up in. He deserves to go to the same school, with the friends he’s grown up with. He deserves a life that doesn’t include constant moving and interruptions.

So I’m changing my major to Business. I’m looking into getting a job somewhere that I can grow, a place that has the constant change my mind is looking for. There is something to be said for being able to satisfy your need for something new every few years and still living a stable life for the ones you love most.

I’m at peace with my decision. There are still parts of my life that I can incorporate my love of alternate lifestyles, and I don’t ever have to stop loving the curiosity of the past. I can do it all. Maybe not the way I had planned, but there are perks – not that I’m encouraging or condoning it – to having your children at a younger age. After they are out of the house (hopefully on time) you still have a life to live, and you’re still young enough to really enjoy it. I’m not saying this lifestyle is for everyone; what I’m saying is that it’s working for me.

There are other dreams to follow, there are other people to think about, there are other paths my walk is taking me. And you know what? I’m just as excited about this path as I was about the last one.

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