try as i might to agree with the predominant opinion (of the pragmatic masses, not the optimistic hippies) that any career change will most likely plonk me down in front of a desk 9-5 (and never mind the fact that this seems like heaven to me...well, not the 9-5 bit), i am getting to the point where let's just say i am not getting any younger, and contorting myself into a polish pretzel each time i hit an oral snag that requires the peak of my physical prowess, is not getting any easier. and frankly i am a little sick to death of this headache which refuses to go away for months on end.
so, for any desk whores out there - do you figure that sitting at your desk all day is marginally better for the body than twisting myself around patients to get out the big chunks? and if not, i guess there's always the park job of a bear pooper scooper. g, i'm counting on you to get me in there! or if i get fed up, fed up, fed up, i can just go ahead and take the damn sustainable community development program already and shut the fuck up about it. but there you have it, i am a scared little whiny child who apparently requires a good thorough thrashing from life before she becomes capable of change.