Climbing Everest or Ever Climbing?

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...