Jumping on the Bandwagon

Well, for me this is one of those "everyone else is doing it" kind of things. I figure since I tend to have a few spare moments here and there throughout the night I'll share my random thoughts with the world (or at least anyone who cares to read).

This is the third time I've tried to start this particular blog tonight. Everytime I get settled in a patient calls. Have a mentioned lately how much I love my job? No, in all seriousness I do love my job. Where else could you get paid to look at butts all night. Okay, so that may be taking it a bit far, but you get the point.

My life is in an interesting place right now. I'm a college graduate (go team me), living back in my parents' house, making more money than I know what to do with. For some reason, though, I feel a bit of discontent (I don't know if that's even a word, but it is now) with my life. Maybe it's being back under the roof of the parentals, maybe it's the fact that I'm all of a sudden having to make adult decisions on a regular basis, maybe it's that I hold people's lives in my hands 3 nights a week...whatever it is I need to find the source. I deserve to be happy and I'm the only one that can make sure I am.

I want to find a voice teacher. Why? I want to sing better. Simple question, simple answer.

My cousin Greg and I are looking for a place to buy. It should be a good time living with Greg, not that he'll be around all that often. It scares me, though, that I'm putting down roots. The last several years of my life have been lived in a somewhat transient state and buying is so permanent. I know it's for the best, though, I just need to tell myself that repeatedly.

Well, my friends, the masses are beginning to wake for the day. Until my next night shift (not for a week, I'm headed to Lake Powell, yay!).

Much love!