Life Processing.

Every day brings new thoughts and new ideas to my mind. I call it life processing. I have learned to do this way too frequently. Whether it be where I want to live, what I want to do, what animal friend I want to adopt first, or what car to get when my Dodge finally bites the dust. My mind seems to be on repeat for some situations (the job) and on hold for others (the living situation). I am always processing. From one day disliking flying due to the schedule to thinking a manager position at CC sounds quite appealing to enjoying flying the next day. Oh, and then there are random event planning positions in there too. It has been nothing but back and forth.

I am determined to travel as much as possible. My schedule is less than ideal at this point in time to do that. My futuristic and planner side has gotten the best of me. I want to know where I am going and when. Because on the others days I will make plans. Not knowing somewhat frustrates me. I am learning slowly that I have to accept this aspect of the job and I won't be on reserve forever. But for now, it's tough.

I think of a 9 to 5 job in which I would come home, cook dinner just in time for Wheel of Fortune and then cuddle up with a future dog and cat. And maybe putz around on a craft project and a puzzle while sipping tea. GUH. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Rhetorical question. Anyway, none of this is possible currently. And that frustrates me. But I also think of rush hour traffic, a confining cubicle, and horrible fluorescent lighting, and some of my frustration disappears. Okay, a lot of it disappears. I have yet to realize what the perfect job for myself would be, and I'm excited for the day I find it. For now, I'm still looking for 'it.' Each day I get a bit closer to what I'm looking for and what I'm not. All part of life processing. I tell ya, it never ends.

So. For now. I continue flying. I just got home from lovely Fort Dodge, Iowa. Where I took a cab from the airport to the hotel last night because there is no shuttle. Where I don't go through security because the airport is so small, and where I am in the air for 34 minutes. With less than 20 passengers each way. Coming to Minneapolis on one of the flights I had four passengers. Who said this life is rough? Oh that's right, I did. I need to take this job one day at a time and realize how nice I've got it. (Upcoming blog post about the
 'how nice I've got it' part in correlation to some books I'm reading. I'm excited!)

With that being said. I hope my mom and I can travel somewhere over the holiday weekend in a couple weeks. Where to? Good question. Stay tuned. Saturday might be a show up at the airport and see what's available type trip. Haven't I always wanted to do that? Yep. And now I just might. 01 02 03

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