Okay, so I posted yesterday about considering a new direction for my blog now that patient confidentiality, client privacy, public scrutiny and all that kind of fun thing is a bigger part of my life now. But where to start?

I find so many things out there in the world to be fascinating that I don't think my blog could ever be a one pony show. There are so many wonderful blogs floating around the vast space of the interwebz devoted to a particular topic - cooking, health/fitness, schooling of various ilks, DIYing, parenting, etc - and they're really useful for when you want a step-by-step tutorial on how to bake perfect raw quinoa pies or how to build your very own rain barrel or whatever. The photography is always flawless, the people are always these superstar women (from what I've noticed, anyway; must have to do with our love of babbling) and I always get insanely jealous of their beautifully honed talent, no matter what it is.

If you hadn't guessed from the off-topic rambles I sneak it from time to time, I have an idealist streak. I fall in love with certain ideas and ways of living and I want to be those people from the blogs who have this amazing ability to do whatever it is that they do (the astoundingly photogenic nature of their everyday lives is another perhaps more superficial want of mine, but I digress). I have a handful of broad ideas that I want to incorporate into my life that all very loosely fit into the concept of "modern homesteading." Which means I want to have a compost bin and raise chickens and make my own furniture and learn how to quilt and plant gardens full of herbs and vegetables to make amazingfood from and also be a badass home-maker/wife/mother that is still an independent woman. (See? What part of my brain does this stuff even come from!?)

And really, everything that I want to do with my life (this homesteading business and writing again and volunteering and running and photography and whatever the hell else comes my way that I take a fancy to) just has to...wait. Because vet school isn't over yet. And as much as I'll be glad to graduate and be a vet and stuff, I do worry that I won't ever make the time to do all of this pie-in-the-sky stuff that I so badly want. I don't want to be a suburban mom that drives a mini-van and works all day and comes home and repeats the cycle ad nauseum until I'm 60 and then wake up one morning and say to myself, "Well shit. I never did learn how to make jam out of those weeds that grow in the backyard." or whatever else it is that I could learn how to do.

And so (good gracious I'm rambling), I don't know what will become of this blog. I hope I can write about my life outside of vet med and show people like myself in twenty years that you can be a vet and a real person, too and realize your dreams outside of vet med. Because what the hell good is it to have one dream in life that you accomplish when you're 25 or whatever and then you're done? I'm not going to become complacent and you shouldn't either.