I’m counting down the days, hours, minutes until I can go work with kids. I don’t know exactly when that is, but it’s my goal in life right now. Everyone tells me geriatrics is where the $$$ is at, but I can’t, I can’t, I don’t want to. The only time I have peace of mind with the idea that I’ll have to work for the rest of my life is the hope that I’ll get to spend it helping kids and maybe even earning enough money to travel every once in awhile. I don’t know if there’s anything out there that I’d ever be completely brilliant at, or an expert in… but I know one thing is for sure, I have to work with kids. It’s the only aspect of work that makes it feel… not so much like work. I don’t know if I’ll ever be one of those people that LOVE what they do, but I at least know that I can tolerate it if I’m helping kids.