{"id":52,"date":"2005-03-04T19:13:41","date_gmt":"2005-03-04T17:13:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.breigh.com\/wordpress\/?p=52"},"modified":"2010-05-24T22:05:51","modified_gmt":"2010-05-24T20:05:51","slug":"my-favorite-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/archives\/52","title":{"rendered":"My Favorite Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I love Fridays so much.. Don&#8217;t have to worry about what time I go to bed because I can sleep however much I want to the next day.  Two whole days before I have to go to school again&#8230; love it, love it, love it!<\/p>\n<div><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.breigh.com\/mt\/pics\/txsnow05sm.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" vspace=\"2\" \/> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.breigh.com\/mt\/pics\/snowmar2sm.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" vspace=\"2\" \/><\/div>\n<p>It&#8217;s been snowing here for the past three days or so and in some spots it even goes up above your shoes.  Bailey absolutely loves it and runs around like a maniac while Xander walks really slow telling me how much he loves the sound of the snow under his feet.  I just wander around with them thinking of how much it reminds me of home.. only nicer because it doesn&#8217;t end up as high as your knees.  Although, it HAS gotten that high in many places of the Netherlands and boy are they not dealing well with it haha it&#8217;s really big news here.  I&#8217;d hate to see how they&#8217;d cope if they were dropped in the middle of Canada in the winter.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been thinking a lot lately about what the hell I&#8217;m going to do here in NL.  I&#8217;ve been taking these Dutch classes and they are getting quite difficult, which of course triggers my urge to avoid it like the plague.  I&#8217;m not sure what causes me to do that.  Fear of failing perhaps, laziness most probably. a mixture of a lot of different things I guess.  I really want to finish this though and I want to do well at it because I know in part that my happiness here depends on it.    I&#8217;ve made such a habit of giving up on everything, which is bad.  I&#8217;ve been to two different Dutch courses before this one and quit them both, as well as the only job I&#8217;ve ever had here but that really <em>was<\/em> completely shit.<\/p>\n<p>The problem is that I have no direction.  I know that no matter what I chose to do in life, Xander would support me in every way he could.  He&#8217;d stand beside me and help me with whatever I wanted to do.  The problem is that I don&#8217;t <em><strong>know<\/strong><\/em> what I want to do and that is so incredibly frustrating. There are some things I think I&#8217;d like to do but I don&#8217;t want to start something else that I won&#8217;t finish.  I did that when I went to university after high school, going because that&#8217;s just what I was supposed to do, even though I had no idea what I wanted.  I want to figure out what I <em>really<\/em> want and then go for it.   I&#8217;m almost 30 years old, I should know by now what I want to be, what I want for a career or where my real talents lie.  I don&#8217;t though, I have absolutely no idea at all.. not even a hint.   I&#8217;m completely without direction or motivation and it&#8217;s a horrible feeling.<\/p>\n<p>People have told me things over the years.  When I was in my final year of high school we all had to do these interviews with our guidance councellor.  I knew mine pretty well as I&#8217;d done a few things together with her while I was there.   When it came to my turn she told me that I have a lot of personality and she could see me having my own talk show one day.   How realistic is that for a girl who lives in a small town on a small island on the east coast of Canada?  Not really.  Other than that she really had no idea what kind of profession would suit me.  I really sort of hoped she&#8217;d be able to tell me because I was at a loss myself.<\/p>\n<p>When I was a teenager I took some art classes.  I did some painting, sculpting, drawing and all that artsy stuff.   I liked it and people told me I had talent but it was a hobby, certainly not something I could make a career of.  Plus, I didn&#8217;t really have an artistic imagination.  I could paint sceneries from postcards or pictures but I could  never think of something in my mind to create a painting from.<\/p>\n<p>People have told me I should be a writer.  My mother tells me I should &#8220;submit stories&#8221;, friends have told me I should &#8220;write a book&#8221;.  These don&#8217;t seem like something someone just does though.   What on earth would I write about?  Me? My life? My interests?   Sure some people read about all that here, but would anyone actually pay me for my thoughts?<\/p>\n<p>Of course I would <em>love<\/em> to be a mother.  I think about it all the time and can&#8217;t wait to start a family.  The thing is though, once the kids are grown and in school.. what do I do then?  I&#8217;m certainly not going to keep breeding just to have something to do.   I need something besides that.<\/p>\n<p>The only real skills I have is customer service \/ administrative, which are the areas I could get a job once my Dutch is good enough.   I could work doing customer service on the phones or *shudders* in retail again&#8230; or I could do data entry and general office work but that&#8217;s not what I really want anymore.   It&#8217;s something you do, not something you are.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d love to be something, have a profession that I enjoy&#8230; but <em><strong>what<\/strong><\/em>!?!   Is it possible that I could go through my entire life not knowing what I want to do with it?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love Fridays so much.. Don&#8217;t have to worry about what time I go to bed because I can sleep however much I want to the next day. Two whole days before I have to go to school again&#8230; love it, love it, love it! It&#8217;s been snowing here for the past three days or &hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[60,302,422,181,9,283,350],"class_list":["post-52","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","","category-life-in-nl","tag-bailey","tag-confusion","tag-dogs","tag-frustration","tag-homesickness","tag-snow","tag-winter"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4482,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52\/revisions\/4482"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}