What a strange and twisty journey this has been. Moving forward and oftentimes without thinking, I have blindly gone with my gut. Two years ago, I realized that my current profession was not making me happy and I wanted to pursue my love of animals (working with them, minds out of gutters, please) Somewhere along the line, I ended up in Oregon, fell madly in love with a tiny, disabled dog who changed the course of my life. Now I find that I am working with children (8 - at the last count) and as someone who had never wanted my own, every day I am filled with newfound joy by their innocence, wiliness and silliness. And their unconditional love. Who knew? As someone whose childhood was less than idyllic, perhaps this is where Im meant to be at last? Approaching 51, I guess its about bloody time I figured it out!
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 23:26:15 +0000
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