This has been an incredibly frustrating day. I keep running into major bureaucracy trying to get my license transferred from Florida to South Carolina. I have been on hold repeatedly, with no actual answers. What is even worse, is that even if I am able to get my massage license in South Carolina, most places are only wanting to pay $15 an hour to the massage therapist, while they are charging the clients anywhere from $75 to $100 per hour. That, to me, is completely unacceptable.
I almost wouldn't mind jumping through hoops, if financially it would be worth it, but it isn't. I even heard from a place today where I interviewed, and they essentially told me I was too well-qualified, and they didn't want to train me just to have me leave because the pay is insufficient.
There is another part of me that believes very strongly that when things are meant to be, they just fall into place. I understand that sometimes there are obstacles to overcome, but sometimes you need to step back and reconsider. That appear to be happening right now. All of this makes me wonder if this is The Universe telling me that South Carolina is not where I should be, or perhaps that massage is not what I should be pursuing. I have to wonder if maybe this is a sign that I should move back to Florida, where at least I could make a nice wage.
I have been praying and waiting for a sign. I have been trying to catch up with people, and promote myself as much as I can without a SC license. I'm trying to embrace this move, but I'm getting this niggling feeling in the back of my mind that this may just be a pit stop on the way to another destination.
I'm going to go out for a bit. I have got to clear my mind. I don't think any good will come of me continuing to call one government after the other trying to break through the bureaucracy. I'm so frustrated. I've got to shake out of this.
10 Days in Ireland:A Woman Alone on the Vacation of Her Dreams
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In 2003, I embarked on a 10 day journey to Ireland on my own. I was a single lady, wholly unprepared for what was to follow. My plans and reality came crashing together, when I realized I did not plan out my trip as well as I had assumed. What was supposed to be a tour of Ireland, became a intimate portrait of life with the locals.