It's only the rest of my life

I was hoping to figure out what I could to do with my degree (BA in Sociology) while I was working on it. It's not a lot of help to me in my current job. I knew it wouldn't be, of course. Which makes it more for myself than anything. That is fine in some ways, but it's also a waste. Then there is my job. Horrible, yet frequently challenging (though often for all the wrong reasons, thanks to the petty tyrants). I keep thinking that I've learned all about things I don't want to do. And yet I'm still doing them.

My adviser has suggested several times that I keep going to school. I've looked up the local programs and if I did go, it could be another 5 to 7 years of school. I'd have to quit my job, get a part time job, cut my mom loose (she had a disabling on the job injury and I've been supporting her. Now she is going to start working on her MA - am I going to keep my bad job to support her going to school?), and live on less. My husband would have to step up. We'd probably never own a house. Then I look at it another way - I keep the job to get the pay that allows me to support my mom. She needs help, but frankly, she chould do more to support herself. If I bought a house I wouldn't be able to quit (I've wiggled myself into good pay after 8 years and there really are no equivalent jobs locally - small town).

I could go to school and do something enjoyable (maybe teach and write after) or I could keep my future-less job. It's only the rest of my life.

And as I write this I am procrastinating in writing the first draft of my senior project....