Militant feminism is hereby assigned (specifically) to Mordor. I can live with that.
I assign unexpected unforeseen opportunities that fulfill all the things you thought you wanted...but require a sacrifice you're not sure you should make. Granted, I don't have enough details to even know if it's a real opportunity yet, but life right now is so secure, and maybe I haven't had my priorities quite where they ought to be. I don't know. I'm scared about it and want to talk to my mom. Stupid workday...another six hours until I can call her.
Ack...a few details so this makes some sense to my friends here.
I'm living 800 miles from home and family, and I've been terribly homesick. My husband is working at a job that may or may not go anywhere, and that doesn't challenge or engage him, and that is taking a hefty physical toll on him.
We're making more money than we ever thought we'd be able to this soon, and getting our debts paid off, and we're comfortable and secure. We live in a beautiful area of the country, and the distance from family has built our relationship with eachother into something so much stronger than we had when we were married, just shy of a year ago. We have a nice apartment, and are looking at being able to own our own home in only a couple years. We're buying a car, and the payments won't be a hardship.
Last night, my father-in-law called my husband with news of a possible job opportunity. The job would involve teaching (Neal's life-long dream) his specialty at a local community college, in our home state. Neal would easily be able to get the job.
It would not pay well.
It would not be easy for me to find a job, and impossible to find one like I have here.
I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do. I thought an opportunity like this was everything I wanted, and I'm faced with the realization that the security of life down here might be more important.
I'm having a terrible time concentrating on work.
Those of you who feel it appropriate, please pray that Neal and I make the right decision.