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As I was strug-festing through Harvard Square in my brown suede 3 inch heels I had a realization:
This...I cannot do. I cannot do this. As much as I would love to be one of those girls who can walk miles on end in heels and feel perfectly comfortable and pull off the whole khaki-skirt-j.crew-top-I'm always put together and I know I look fabulous power suit (Kudos to my girl Al and my sis Shanna) It's just not me.
I'm sorry, I tried. Really I did.
So here's the thing: Of course I'm still doing the doctor of audiology thing. I love my classes and I adore the idea of helping others, and learning sign language. The Doctor surname sounds awesome, I'm stoked about it. I know it's going to be one of the hardest things I've ever done, but it's worth it.
But here's a little change of thought:
Instead of being the traditional lab coat, done up hair, make up, working in a hospital 9 hour days...why don't I actually do something I want to do and go to Africa and live in a hut and not shower and run around barefoot? Honestly, that's all I would ever want to do in life anyway. I think I'm just too high strung to work at any traditional job, I get bored too easily. I can't do heels, I can't do lunch breaks, I can't do time cards. I'm just really, really bad at it.
The only reason I tolerate Citysprts is because I talk about Triathlon and training for 8 hours. I can stand Harvard Lab because I work independently and I'm around kids all day.
I read these books about people such as Diane Fossey and Chris McDougall and think, "God I wish I could do that." Well hello, Kate, you're not dead. I'm slowly putting two and two together and realizing that I actually can, there's nothing stopping me from getting everything I want and more.
I just don't want to be 90 years old, looking back at my life and thinking Yeah I wanted to venture around the world...then I got a 40/hour a week job, married, had kids and lived in the suburbs.
Thanks for the housewife offer, but no thanks. I have my sights on kayaking the Ganges, biking Europe, hiking Machu Picchu, getting lost in some pyramids, and the wrapping the day up with an Ironman.
Now THAT'S something I can hang my hat, well actually...helmet, on.

love love love,
me

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