Wanting to be like the grownups, my kids will frequently ask for "salt and pepper" on their supper. What they don't know is that I just wave the salt shaker over their plate, then give them plenty of pepper. I do almost the same with my plate too. Not too much salt, but gimme that pepper! Without pepper the meal is just bland. The last two nights at work I was disgruntled that I couldn't find any pepper. There's a salt shaker, 45 salt packets and an entire BOX of salt...but no pepper anywhere.
So tonight I got smart(er) and packed our box of pepper with my lunch. (hope you didn't need it honey) result was a much tastier lunch.
I've been a bit disgruntled by a few things lately. The future of hospital nursing as I see it looks bleak. I've lived in our current house longer than anywhere else in my life....and wanderlust is starting to set in. I'm dreaming of moving places...from Alaska to Maine to Lafayette to just across town....just pack up and go. Thinking about different ways to use my RN that will be less effected by the socialization of medicine in our country. I'm once again searching all over for the pepper. And so far all I've found is a bunch of salt. Plans that don't pan out, more secure jobs that only pay half of what I'm getting now. I'm searching in places I've already looked.
But I want to get smart(er). I want to find that simple, yet ellusive, solution that will provide financial stability for us in the years to come.
Perhaps I should ask St Anthony for help. I hear he's good at finding things....maybe he'll help me find some pepper.