Yesterday’s blog challenge asked me to describe something
that I am struggling with. Well peeps,
it’s about to get real. I’m talking
weave out, shoes & jewelry off kind of real… ya heard?
I am currently struggling with two things: my health and my
place in this world. Don’t all roll your
eyes at once… yes, I know lots of people have these problems at varying
stages during different times of their lives, but this is what I’m facing right
now.
First things first. I
love cake, well, like a fat kid loves cake.
Problem solved right? Stop eating
cake? Wrong. Since I have moved to Alaska I have packed on
a small child- how small you may ask?
Nonya. HA! Any who, this small child and if you haven’t guess that I’m talking
about weight, not a small child you should… well, I’m talking about weight…
won’t leave. It has been growing since
the minute we left what I lovingly call Tacompton. That’s Tacoma, WA to you common folk! I kid, I kid.
Moving to the final frontier has had it’s ups and downs and
while I am truly loving my experience, I am not loving this part of it. First off, let’s talk about the food. Fried, yummy, full fat amazingness is coming
my way ALL of the time. Oh yeah, enter
the will power of a crack addict and the rest is should be history. Second, I have always thought that people
with those “happy lights” or “seasonal depression” were just whining… foot. in.
mouth. Hello, My Name is Annalee and I
get sad and sleepy when it’s dark/rainy/not sunshiny. When you throw in about 7 mo of more dark
than light and more inches of rain than an amazon rainforest…well, you get the
hint. There are also extremely
limited opportunities for different kinds of inspiring workouts/time/places in
this sleepy little town and I know that finding something you like is the key
to success. Any suggestions are
completely welcome! So, I’m working on it but it’s a
struggle. I've gone up and down more times than an Olympic yo-yoer!!
My newest struggle is the one to find my place in this new
“military wife” kinda life. I chose this
life and I understand what that means, but that doesn’t make it any
easier. I’ve always found a lot of worth
in my job and being independent by providing for myself. While I am so thankful for my husband and can
still currently pay my bills, I struggle with the options of employment. In the past two years I have been a
waitress/bartender, assistant manager at a bank, expediter for a cannery,
waitress again and finally my current position, administrative assistant. Let me say, first and foremost, that in this
town and this economy I am thankful for my job.
However, this job leaves me less than fulfilled. The hard part, is figuring out why and how to
fix it. The other awesome ingredient I
get to add to this recipe, is that I get have to move about every 3
years. This is very exciting and
enticing to the adventurous part of me, but scares the crap out of the part of
me that does not want to be an Administrative Assistant for the rest of my
ever-lovin days. What about retirement? None.
What about seniority in a company so I don’t start at the bottom
EVERYTIME- a luxury not afforded to this lady.
So what do I do? Do I
go all creative and learn how to design cute invitations, get a vinyl machine
and start an etsy empire? Do I become a
professional Bloggette and rule the cyber world? Do I pop out babies and try to find my worth
in them? Do I think that’s healthy- not in the slightest. Do I go back to school and become a
teacher? Maybe, I like kiddos- oh and
I’m naturally bossy, bonus! Do I work on
cake making/bakery style skills and become the next Duff? Maybe… You can start to see my dilemma!
For now, I wait. I
wait, and I pray. The Lord will show me
the direction I need to go for he has a plan that I am not exactly privy to…
not always my favorite part of our relationship. I do know one thing. I can do anything. I can truly do anything I set my mind to and
knowing this (and starting my blog FINALLY- yeay!) is one of the only things
keeping me from a Level 5 padded room breakdown at the moment. So until I figure it out… I’m just gonna keep
swimming!
What do you struggle with?
Have you had similar situations?
How did you overcome them?
Would you like to donate $1 million dollars, making me
independently wealthy and getting rid of these debacles?
Thanks, cash only.
Until next time...
