"It's my life.
It's now or never.
I ain't gonna live forever.
I just want to live while I'm alive."
Sometimes I think what the hell am I doing? I need to get a plan in place. I need to be doing what it is I am passionate about. I need to do what it is I think I will enjoy. I need to do something that makes a difference.
Why am I letting this opportunity to do something pass me by?
Because I'm not ready?
Because I didn't plan it?
Because I don't want my family to suffer because my focus is elsewhere.
Because I'm scared. All of the above, I'm sure.
Except there's this feeling nawing at me; I feel that as I lose weight my confidence rises. As my confidence rises, so does my optimism with regard to making a career change.
I want to do physical therapy. It's competitive, but there's no need to worry about that when I haven't even started. One step at a time. Right?
I see stories all the time about people who entered med school at 40! There is nothing stopping me... well, except me.
Ugh.. such a random (or not so random) thought -- just had to get it out.