The pressure of school and work may take a toll on some, however, I embrace it...and some days I just get through it.
Here is a typical day for me (Which can be very entertaining):
5 am: Alarm....wakes me up with the most annoying buzzing I've ever heard, so what do I do...I slap it in the face and nine minutes later it screams at me again.
5:20: "Alright alarm! I'm up."
Dressed, teeth clean, some sort of breakfast in a bowl a cup of tea and I'm out the door by 5:40. I only have about five or so minutes of mirror time which usually consists of a pony and some sort of head band to hide the crazy morning bangs. The makeup travels with me to work, sometimes it makes an appearance and sometimes (like this morning) doesn't have a chance with my face. Which is too bad, I like makeup.
At Work (Job 1), "Its great to be at Curves!" I listen to all the women. Its pretty interesting hearing stories and complaints. Most these women are the intelligent-stepford-wives type with careers and hobbies and overpower their husband's intelligent. They have me realize that we don't need men around. Women could rule the world, but because of that little necessity of a swimmer to procreate we need you men around. Feministic? Maybe...
Once the sun has come up and my coffee or tea has kicked in (which is an exuberant feeling), I'm off to my next adventure. Here is where it gets fun....and ya'll can sit back and say, "What the hell are you doing Audra?"
Obviously depending on the day of the week, but I either hop my little butt off to Home health care(Job 2), personal training (Job 3), or school! My home health care has been an interesting experience. I basically act as a house cleaner. We joke at our house saying, "How was cleaning?" I seriously clean this man's house for a whopping $12 an hour. NOT a bad deal huh?! I look at it this way, I need the hours for nursing school. Which doesn't really make sense does it? How does house cleaning relate to nursing?
Not sure but,
It is what it is. What a great sentence by the way. I believe it is now the most over used sentence for 2009!...But, it is what it is right?!
After scrubbing stoves and floors, or taking my client through a workout, or listening to my psychology teacher...who I will get back to in a minute, lecture on the how we view the world, I drive "In SeAtTlE TRAFFIC" to coach at UW. I'm a volunteer coach for them now and I'm working closely with the multi events....God love 'em!
Oh but wait....it is still going.....now again, depending on the day of the week my evening is devoted to either Physiology class with a lab or Volleyball. Um...can anyone say, crazy? I'll say it: CRRRRRRRRRAZY!
But yet again,
It is what it is. I know I'm doing these things for a reason. When I am old I can tell the children, "When I was going to school, I worked four jobs, walked barefoot in the "rain."
When I get home anywhere between 7:30-11 pm, I start making dinner. I try at least.
Well that's it in a nutshell. So where do I find time to study, blog, check my email, facebook a bit, and workout? Not really sure, it just happens. I seem to get it all done.
With these long days and nights, I do a lot of people watching and have many pensive moments. However I don't write much about it bc I'd rather sleep and eat. It is that whole survival thing that takes over. But I can't help but bring up the topic of ADULTHOOD.
To add insult to injury, my instructor for Life Span Psychology told us, Development in Adulthood is so subjective and not canalized, that is why psychologist do not like to study adult development and like to observe the predictable child.
As a child, we do things so systematically. By four months we are beginning to seek attention through promoting our caregiver, by 18 months we are aware of our surrounding and begging to seek proximity in our caregiver that has become our main source of where we receive our food and comfort. In the preschool stages we develop attachment, Freud comes into play here...which will lead to another interesting post that may strike some of you. But I love it. Freudian's are very few and far between but bring up pretty interesting points!
So basically what I'm saying is, as a child we are predictable...this is accepted world wide. We develop language in the same sequence whether we live in Japan or Chile. It has been inscribed in our DNA, through adaptive characteristics. We've got it made as a child. We are cared for, pampered, nurtured, and supported. And then one day, Society decides..."That's enough! You are on your own now! What ever you do has a consequence and it is up to you to decipher right from wrong." If not, you break the social norm....bad, bad, bad.
Holy Shit...does that mean I have to provide for myself? Does that mean I have to work four different jobs in order to survive? Does that mean I have to get a job that in one of the most competitive fields? This sucks!
Society says, "Hey, it is what it is!"
Here is where it completely depletes my hope. Our teacher starts out with, "ADULTHOOD IS MESSY!" Ya think? Adults are so unpredictable and that is why studies have been done about marriage and that so many couple's have one year of happiness and after that it becomes a complete struggle.
What??? So you mean all the love stories and couples that portray a life of sweet bliss in the movies don't model the real love stories and couples? NOPE! 70% or something insane like that result in couple's not making it after the 7th year. Hmmm...so that sucks. Erickson, your intimacy vs isolation was a great idea...thanks a lot.
Now the great thing about this is that you control your own fate and your own destiny. I had a friend just celebrate her 9th year of marriage. So I do believe that the potential of a successful marriage is possible however statistics are an underlining of great ammunition. And also, this is all based on studies for certain groups. Because adults are not as canalized there is so much variation and subjectivity that leaves possibilities for anything to happen. ANYTHING!
So thanks BOB for the great introduction to Adulthood, as if I was gonna have a chance anyway.
