For most of the last 13 years I've been at a desk, the majority of it IT-related. It was alright at first but about 4 years ago I started feeling like it just wasn't me. I wanted to be outside and I was getting restless. At the time I was putting my wife through school to become an RN and was the only income, so I ran it by her. She seemed to think that I wouldn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would, especially in this Carolina heat, and that I'd always be tired when I got home. But I'm already tired when I get home because mental exhaustion (not from using the ol' noodle too much, but from stress of the job and dealing with ignorance all day) really does a number on me.
I considered going into the park/forestry service in some manor, as that was a childhood dream, but she thinks I'd just be out there dragging dead carcasses around. My other childhood dreams were to be a truck driver (can't do that because I get sleepy behind the wheel these days) and accountant (I like numbers but never pursued it because the old man said college was for "pencil pushing (w)ussies").
I considered autobody but worried I'd lose interest in it as a hobby if I was making it a job every day.
I guess she's got a point, I'm a good ol' boy from the mountains of Appalachia and would probably miserable if I was out roofing or something similar in the blistering sun every day.
I did also consider a medical field and looked into radiology, as I'd still be up and about on my feet if not outside, and I'd get to help people. All the schools offering the program around here, however, carried a 3-year waiting list.
Maybe I'm just bored with who I am and am flaking out. Maybe I'm subconsciously seeking the approval of my elders (my grandpa is known as the hardest working man from Louisville to Pittsburg; my old man is known as the 2nd hardest, as he's always tried to fill those expectations, but is the #1 welder in the same region). I don't know, but what I do know is I feel like an animal trapped in a cage. I have an hour commute each way and I spend the morning hour dreading my arrival at work, and the afternoon hour wishing I didn't have to go back the next morning. I've been called an idiot many times by many people for even considering it because I have it easy and am willing to give that up. Yeah, I suppose I do have it easy. What I do isn't "hard", but it's not easy and it's not fulfilling and it's not rewarding in any way (not that I'm seeking anyone's approval or merit).
Unfortunately, I'm coming up on 33 and feel as if it may be too late for me to be making that kind of change in my life. Especially since I'm just now going through a separation and have an entire household to maintain on my own.
But what do you guys think? If you could choose between the two, what would you do?
I considered going into the park/forestry service in some manor, as that was a childhood dream, but she thinks I'd just be out there dragging dead carcasses around. My other childhood dreams were to be a truck driver (can't do that because I get sleepy behind the wheel these days) and accountant (I like numbers but never pursued it because the old man said college was for "pencil pushing (w)ussies").
I considered autobody but worried I'd lose interest in it as a hobby if I was making it a job every day.
I guess she's got a point, I'm a good ol' boy from the mountains of Appalachia and would probably miserable if I was out roofing or something similar in the blistering sun every day.
I did also consider a medical field and looked into radiology, as I'd still be up and about on my feet if not outside, and I'd get to help people. All the schools offering the program around here, however, carried a 3-year waiting list.
Maybe I'm just bored with who I am and am flaking out. Maybe I'm subconsciously seeking the approval of my elders (my grandpa is known as the hardest working man from Louisville to Pittsburg; my old man is known as the 2nd hardest, as he's always tried to fill those expectations, but is the #1 welder in the same region). I don't know, but what I do know is I feel like an animal trapped in a cage. I have an hour commute each way and I spend the morning hour dreading my arrival at work, and the afternoon hour wishing I didn't have to go back the next morning. I've been called an idiot many times by many people for even considering it because I have it easy and am willing to give that up. Yeah, I suppose I do have it easy. What I do isn't "hard", but it's not easy and it's not fulfilling and it's not rewarding in any way (not that I'm seeking anyone's approval or merit).
Unfortunately, I'm coming up on 33 and feel as if it may be too late for me to be making that kind of change in my life. Especially since I'm just now going through a separation and have an entire household to maintain on my own.
But what do you guys think? If you could choose between the two, what would you do?