Some of you may know that I'm a little crazy. Like most women, I have my personality quirks that were perhaps cute and endearing as a child but have turned into full blown crazy as an adult. Some women shop like mad, excessively groom themselves, or perhaps watch too much reality TV. My crazy is a little different. Confession: I'm probably THE most impulsive person you'll ever meet.
In some ways, being impulsive works to my advantage. Once I make a decision, I follow through like you wouldn't believe. Bosses love me because if they ask for something to be done, I've usually already done it and, if not, I'll have it done before they can even think to check up on me. I have an incredible ability to set my mind to something and accomplish it quickly... and with quality.
That's the positive side... Ready for the crazy?
I changed my major 9 times in college.
I've attended 5 different post-graduate schools.
The day I decided to get a Master's Degree was the same day I enrolled in the school and I started the very next week.
I decided to get certified as a yoga instructor and started the teacher training program that same day.
While working a very stable, fulfilling job, I decided that I was being taken advantage of and, by the end of the week, found a new job... which I ended up hating...
And the latest...
After not hearing about the job I interviewed last week (they said it could be 2-3 weeks before they made a decision, it's been 1 week and 2 days), I started researching going back to school, becoming a massage therapist, and thinking about how in the world I could make enough money to keep me at home with my daughter.
I have a problem. I know this.
Thank goodness Ryan knows and loves my impulsivity. He lovingly calls it "impetuousness" which it is not but it's cute that he wants to spin it positively. So yesterday, after having not heard about the job, I texted him and let out some of my crazy. I sent several of those annoyingly long text messages that are actually two or three texts because there are so many words, just saying that I was nervous and I was thinking about other options and perhaps I could go back to school or maybe consider a career change because I've always thought it would be cool to be a massage therapist and they work 20/30 hours a week and it's considered full time and wouldn't that be cool with our schedule and what do you think?
Maybe I let more than just a little crazy out...
Anyway, he sweetly reighned me in, reminded me that we're almost $50,000 in debt from my last pursuit of higher education and that I really shouldn't start thinking I didn't get the job until it's been the aforementioned 2 to 3 weeks.
I'm better today. Much less crazy feeling. I'll wait till at least Friday to let the crazy back out.