Blame It On The Rain

Sitting in my interpreting chair today, interpreting a lecture on y intercept formula for the ba-zillionth time in my career (Shut up. I know ba-zillionth isn't a real word), I let my mind drift off into the future. Five, ten years from now...and it hit me. If I'm still interpreting middle school algebra when I'm pushing 40, I'm ganna go stark raving mad. This thought, mixed with a bunch of other rain induced downers, put me in a slump this morning. I started getting misty eyed thinking of Taylor going off to kindergarten in August, and almost burst into tears in a room full of moldy smelling teenagers. Then I let myself indulge even more in my pity party and imagined Corinne up and leaving me for school too....going to college...getting married. Full. Blown. Anxiety. Attack. Thankfully, I was brought back by the deaf student in front of me who so lovingly signed, "What the hell is wrong with you?" And I snapped out of it. 13 year old girls don't want to be seen with over emotional, middle aged women. I guess I'll have to watch myself in the future. My point? Well....guess I don't have one. More of a question. Is one really meant to do ONE thing for their entire life? Only dabble in ONE profession? Philosophical Me is almost always at odds with Practical Me when it comes to this topic. Philosophical Me tends to think that being a jack of all trades and master of none (or some), is far more interesting and appealing than being stuck in one job for the rest of one's days. Practical Me, a boring little thang, argues that in three years I'll have both kids in school full time. I can stick to what I do now and what I do well, work full time, get off work when the kids do, make a nice pay check and dabble in things I love on the side. Sigh. Practical Me-1 Philosophical Me-0. They haven't been getting along lately. An audiologist I work with suggested I go back and finish my degree and work as an audiologist. But do I love ears? Eh. Not so much. Would I make a lot of money and get a job easily with my ASL skills? Probably. Does the thought of applying for loans and going back to school make me feel like I ate too much Panda Express...yea, it does. I sure wish I didn't get bored so easily. Come on' sunshine! I'll need an IV of vitamin D if Spring doesn't get here soon.