Handwritten Instructions

Recently I have found myself feeling down in the dumps about my life. Not my life as a whole, simply my life in the future. Mainly because I have no idea in which direction I should head. I know I need to go back to school... but for what?! I have no idea what my passion is in life. Most people have a desire to want to have a certain career, or to be something "when they grow up"; yet I find myself being left out of that crowd. I am walking down a street which seems to never come into contact with any side streets; therefore, I just keep going, wishing and hoping I would come across a street that looks appealing. For now though, the path is straight ahead, with no end in sight.

I have continued to rack my brain for a possible answer to what sort of job I could see myself thoroughly enjoying. You know, the kind of job people dream to pursue. Unfortunately I am coming up empty-handed. Hopefully one day very soon a box will float down from the sky, one which inside holds a handwritten note from God with a detailed list of instructions for my life. Then, just maybe, I would be able to figure it all out.

Dancing and Dachshunds

Today has been an exciting and emotional roller coaster kind of day. We started out checking out the local humane society and animal shelter for a buddy for the West Highland White Terrier we already have. We had no luck at the first place, but while we were looking at dogs at the shelter, we were almost done looking when they brought out a cute little black dog that sort of resembled a Dachshund. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but when we got closer we noticed that she very much resembled a Dachshund, and was in fact a Dachshund mix! She is only five months old, so she is still trainable and still has room to grow a little accustomed to having a brother! Ryan was just beside himself with her. I had not seen him truly show interest in a dog until we met her. I, on the other hand, love all dogs. But while playing with her for awhile we both fell in love with her goofy little run, and her ability to go from playing happily like a puppy so jumping into your lap and staying calm and relaxed.
After going through a little bit of red tape to get her, Ryan announced to me while I was with my friend Jicole, that the puppy was ours and we could pick her up tomorrow after she has been spayed! Never have I seen him so excited over a dog. :)

The rest of our eventful day was spent by me meeting up with Jicole to go check out a ballet class to see if we would be interested in enrolling in it. The first half of the class seemed simple enough. Everything they did seemed "doable" by someone "our age". And then.... there was the second half of the class. The part where whole sentences were made up of French; followed by multiple difficult moves that made our mouths hang open at the sheer thought of trying to attempt doing it.
So we made a decision to jump in with the Adult Ballet class that is a little more relaxed and not quite as overwhelming and difficult. :)

So overall it has turned out to be a pretty good day. :)