You know it ain't easy, for these thoughts to leave me... These feelings won't go away, they've been knocking me sideways...

So I guess the question is why. Why would I plan to leave a secure job with 50 hours a week, that is emotionally and physically not difficult, steady hours, a short commute, decent pay, and decent benefits, for a job that has so many unknowns, has wonky hours, too much emotional investment, can be physically hard and dangerous? Because my soul has necessitated it. I don't hate my job at Cumby's. I don't feel underpaid or under appreciated. But after 3 yrs away, I'm still dreaming about the animal shelter. About dogs that I put to sleep years ago. I can't stand not doing shelter work. I thought time and distance would make me not miss it. And I think there was a small amount of time where I was really content to just not be overly involved. But these thoughts just won't leave me. Utah is the big, pie in the sky, rainbows and sunshine dream. It's the target to aim for. And I do want to actually go there, however, I will accept a stable, full time job helping animals.