One of the many, many reasons that I love being a military spouse is that I have been able to successfully avoid choosing an actual career. First, there were the moves. Then, there were the kids. In the future, there is another deployment. However, I know that eventually I will have to get it together and make plan. I have all four kids in school this year, and He of the Sea is coming up on 17 years of active duty this year. I am rapidly running out of excuses.
So what DO I want to be when I grown up? For real, every day, like a real job? I
have no idea. I have reincarnated myself so many times, and I've had
great jobs and terrible jobs. But like everything else in my life,
I've known that every past job was, well, temporary. I might do it for
a year or three, but eventually we would move and I'd be leaving. Such
is the life of a milspouse. And I kind of like it that way.
I've always envied the milspouses with definable careers. Nursing,
accounting, teaching...these people know where to find their jobs. I
usually open the paper and start circling anything that looks remotely
interesting. Along the way, I've learned things I would never have
learned, and made some really fun friends. But so far, I haven't found
anything that would make me want to get out of bed every day for 5 or
10 or 20 years.
Fortunately, He would like to stick with this Navy thing for a
while. Maybe I can continue with my patchwork career a little while
longer. And maybe, if I'm lucky, I will find something that I want to
do, every day, for more than the length of one tour.
