The Other Delima

My other delima is that I thought I knew what I wanted out of life. It seams as though I am as clueless as when I was 20 except for this time I will admit it. I used to want to grow up, get married, have kids, be a nurse, and amongst all that be happy(in no particular order). I wanna be happy and I am pretty sure I wanna be a nurse. I know what I don't want or at least some of the things I don't want.

I am not sure I need to be married anymore I do wanna be with some one but I have definitely upped the requirements. Ya know. Must make me laugh a lot, at them, at myself, at life. Must be really good with kids and me who can sometimes have a tantrum like a kid. Must be good with finances. Must have stable job. Must know when to play and when to be serious, etc. etc. etc.

I also thought I wanted travel around a lot but the kids are really getting to the age that it really bothers them. I wanna finish school here and then move back home but that puts all of them at a really critical time in their school to move. They don't like the adventure as much as I do.

It is safe to say my professional goals are secure but my personal goals are in a little disarray.