Essay / Other
My occuaption is a nurse but that is so irrelavant to who I am. Except for the funny stories I can tell about the stupid people I deal with on a daily basis. In my heart I am an artist and an animal lover, two prospects that would have made a much better career choice than that which I was forced into. I am all grown up with a lovely and talented young women I call my daughter. I have a husband, he is good man as far as men go. I have a very large furry family of felines that I proudly let take over my house. They bring me a comfort from the long days of hell I go through everyday in my current occupation. I am currently studying to get my veterinary technician liscense which will hopefull get me out of this thankless occupation I was pushed into.
I don't really have a lot of hang ups anymore, I have had a colorfull life although a bit rough at times. Now I look back and think it wasn't so bad and it has made me who I am today. Sometimes I compare it to other people and think "Damn how did I get this far and not end up a basket case?" Sometimes we can't control where we have been and what we have been through. The thing is.....you have to make it through, one way or another.
I consider myself an artist, I have a degree that says so. I can draw, paint, color and paste with the best of them. Trouble is life dosen't let me get to what I good at. Too busy making money and doing the right thing. I decided to join this site because I like to write, it's a talent, it's an art, it's theraputic. I hope that some of you will enjoy what I write, but maybe you won't. Either way is okay, I am gonna do it anyway.
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