Notes to File

1. Do not leave your spare key inside your vehicle in fear of being mugged and having keys stolen (even if it has happened to you once).
   
2. Do not let your 11 year old in charge of keys. The likelihood of her somehow leaving the keys insides, along with the spare key, and locking the doors is very high.
3. I do not live within city limits, therefore the Fuquay Varina police will not come to my aid.
   
4. The Wake County Sheriff Department will unlock your keys for free, but you may have to endure some very bad singing while he jimmies your lock.
   
5. Do not, I repeat do not call your spouse in case of locking keys in car and not having access to a spare key. He will do nothing but manage to make you mad.
6. It will only be a matter of minutes before neighbors are calling asking why the Sheriff was at your house. Sadly you have to repeat all the above to them.
   

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

How is it that I am 31 and not really sure what I want to do with my life?

I have a degree in agricultural communications, with a minor in business. Basically I have a journalism degree, with an emphasis in science. I love to write. I love putting words on a page and watching them come together. Even as a small girl I was writing and making up stories. But even though I loved writing, it wasn't what I went to college to do. Instead I went to be a neonatal nurse. I really think I would have made a wonderful nurse. But after spending those weeks in the NICU, I know that my heart would have broken into a million pieces there. I honestly believe the people who work in the NICU are angels in disguise. So instead I found myself wandering across the Olentangy River to Ag campus and writing about cows, tractors and biomedically engineered corn. And I really feel that I made a good choice.

So here I am almost 10 years later, a freelance writer. "How exciting" some say. "How lucky you are" says others. But I am not sure where I am right now is where I want to be forever. I am at a crossroads in my life where I need to make some decisions. In a year and a half I will no longer have kids at home. And since no more children are in our future I need to decide what to do with myself.

Let me start by saying that I am not planning on getting a "real" job. I love the idea of being able to work in my kid's classroom, chaperon field trips, be here when they get home from school, spend summers and breaks with them. Life is too short for me to miss out on those experiences. But I also feel the pull to do something with my life.

I have considered going to teach English or writing at the jr high or high school level. I would love to be able to share and teach my love for books and writing to the future leaders of our country, but I am not sure I would love the bull crap that goes along with teaching.

I also have thought about expanding my business to include other industries and a broader client base. I have spent the past 9 years mainly working in the equipment industry and while it is great money to go shopping with, I do not get chills writing about mining trucks and track type tractors. So expanding into different industries I think would help break up some of the monotony I am feeling.

Another area I have gave some thought to is going and getting a Masters in Library Science. The thought of working in a library would be like sending my 3 year old into an all you can eat candy store. But I would have to go back to school for that, and paying for such a degree doesn't seem very practical.

And then there is my ultimate dream... to write a book. But honestly, I have never gone much farther than the dream phase for many reasons. First, I have written such technical writing and business documents for the past 10 years that I am not really sure how to transition my writing towards a novel. How to make the transition from the public relations and marketing world to the fiction writing world. I have thought about taking a class or finding a seminar, but would that really be the answer? But between you and me, I am afraid of failing. What if I poured my heart and soul into this to find out that I really suck. That all I have managed to do is embarrass myself while killing a few trees and wasting hours of time.

I wish the doorbell would ring and God would be sending via UPS a guidebook for my life. But since that won't be happening anytime soon maybe I will have Emily make me one of those hand games to help me decide. You know, the kind that we made when we were kids where with just the choice of a few numbers and colors the answer will lie underneath the flap of the paper.