After 3 hours of sitting on a hard chair I’m surprised that my butt has not cemented to my seat. I am forcing myself to make a solid (see what I did there?) decision about my next step in life. Not an easy thing for me to do. My therapist keeps reminding me that not making decisions is also making a decision. This factoid doesn’t help calm my nerves any at all. But she also believes that I have the ability to make solid decisions for my life and comforts me with, “From here on out whatever decision you make – it’s a good decision.” When one seems to become paralyzed with options (definitely a victim of analysis paralysis here) this mindset may be the only way through to the other side.
Whatever decisions I make from here on out – they are good decisions. They all have different outcomes. But they are good decisions.
My lease is coming due for a renewal and I have finally admitted to myself that I cannot stay HERE. I cannot keep doing what I am doing because clearly, it’s not working. I mean, I’ve had a good life here, but I’m ready to view other options. I’ve done my due diligence for joining the community, putting down roots, and working on a career. But I think I want something else.
News FLASH. This is huge. I have decided to move to some (yet to be determined) state and I am going back to school. This time I’m not going for any more business education. Yuck. I’m going back for what I wanted to go into when I was first starting my undergraduate education. Back then I was too afraid. Back then I doubted myself. Now I am still afraid and still doubting myself just a little bit but I’m doing it ANYWAY. How’s that for gumption (or stupidity. You decide)?
I’ve decided to go back to school to train as a Physical Therapy Assistant. It’s like the PT version of the Physicians Assistant.
It’s a dream come true!!!
Here in the city where I live I have a few choices for this education:
- Enter a full-blown doctorate program here at the local university and become a Physical Therapist instead of an assistant.
- Drive 1.5 hours to the nearest 2 year college and become a Physical Therapist’s Assistant.
- Move to a city where I can attend a 2-year college and become a Physical Therapist’s Assistant without having to commute 3+ hours each day to classes.
I have chosen the lattermost option.
Move somewhere new. And go to school.
And so it begins.