Decisions are the Worst

To anyone bugged by run on sentences, excessive use of commas, and sentences that start with so, I apologize in advance.  I'm not a writer, and I definitely am not the type to usually do something like this.  But I decided I wanted to try something new and starting a blog is what won.  Who knows, maybe I will give up on the whole thing in a week ;)

I am a musician.  I always have been, and I always will be.  I don't know why I am so drawn to music, but I definitely am.  Here's the problem... I am drawn to so many other things as well.  I love math and science.  Politics is ridiculously interesting to me.  I love doing people's hair.  I was that weird kid who watched cake decorating shows on food network when I was 12 years old.  All of these interests have made me think they will eventually be a career at one point or another in my life.  Math teacher, hair stylist, cake decorator, chemistry teacher, politician, choir teacher, biochemist.  When the time came to start applying for college, I realized I had to actually choose a career.  Not cool!  I hate decisions, especially when it is something I am going to have to live with my entire life.  When those final college applications were sent in, I was all over the idea of biochemistry.  Until one day in seminary when everything changed and I realized I needed to go into music education so I could teach choir instead.  You are probably thinking that is a pretty big change.  No worries, I did too.  Anyway, I decided I was going to BYU and started setting up my path in order to be accepted into the music education program.

Then, over the summer, I started working in the Education department at Thanksgiving Point.  It was perfect!  I had a job that gave me experience in Education, and had so much fun doing it!  Things were going great, and I felt so good about my decision.

But... you guessed it.  That great feeling started to go away.  What was I thinking?!  Music is slowly being taken out of school.  By the time I graduate, am I even going to have a job?  Am I even good enough to be accepted into the Music Education program?  I said so many prayers asking if I had made the right decision, and the answer was always yes.  So, I pushed the thoughts away and continued to be excited for my new adventure.

Unfortunately, my new adventure came to a screeching halt when previous wrist injuries came back with a vengeance.  I quickly realized that no matter how much I wanted to, my wrists were not going to allow for me to play the piano all day.  In translation, there was no way Music Education was going to happen anymore.

So, I was back at square one.  I needed a new major, but which one?  Nothing felt right.  Then one day it clicked.  I loved my job.  I loved everything I got to do at work every single day.  I loved being able to see a child's face light up when they looked at skull with me and figured out which animal it came from.  I realized that I wanted to teach these things to kids every single day.

Now, my major is Elementary Education.  I don't know if I will actually end up graduating with that degree.  Heaven knows I have changed majors a ridiculous amount of times.  What I do know is I am happy.  I love my job.  I love my ward.  I love college.  I love where I am at in my life right now.  Most of all, I am grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who is always willing to answer our prayers, even if it is about changing majors 18,000 times.