This is not a whining, griping, complaining kind of post. These are just thoughts that have been consuming my mind within these last two weeks and they must be released.
(1) I’ve been thinking long and hard about what I want to do with my life….where I should transfer to after TC, whether or not to make my major broadbase or specific, and not really liking the idea of leaving Belton. (I really do love this town!!) What every thought and prayer has come down to is this: (a) Go to The Art Institute of Austin, (b) Broadbase my major to cover photography and interior design, and (c) get an apartment outside of Austin. I still have to look around the campus, talk to advisors, submit an application. But this is what feels right. This is where I’m being led. I’m excited. I’m scared. I’m still excited.
(2) Work wears me out…physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I cannot deal with it anymore. There is so much drama, tension, and gossip going on there and I feel like I am unwillingly being pulled into this deep, dark pit. I refuse to be a part of all of this crap. I dread getting up and going to work everyday. In complete honesty, I have cried every day for the last month either before I walk into work or after I leave work. It is a HORRIBLE place to be and it’s supposed to be a Christian environment. I can’t take it anymore and I’m actively searching for a new job.
(3) My dad is gone for the week. I know that I’ve shared this already. I am a nervous wreck!! I always am when he’s gone. This is going to sound weird, but I feel like I have to be the “man of the house” while he’s away. (Does that make sense?) I feel the need to fix everything that needs fixing, cook dinner every night, and to watch over my family to make sure they are safe at all times. It’s only been two days since he left, and already I’m drained. I don’t know how my dad manages to be the “man of the house” all day every day. I’ve been trying for the last two days and I’m exhausted. Absolutely exhausted.
(4) My birthday is on Tuesday. I have this gut feeling that it’s going to suck. Usually my dad is the one who makes my birthday extra-special (not that my family doesn’t…my dad just gives it an extra OOMPH…), and it just upsets me that he’s not here to help me celebrate. The rest of my family is busy on my birthday with band concerts, tennis tournaments, and school meetings so I already have an idea of how my birthday is going to go. Blehhhhh.
(5) I’m going fishing in East Texas next week over Spring Break. I cannot wait to get out on the lake with no distractions and just take some time to really relax. I’m ready to put my mind at rest. I’m ready to be back home. Pineywoods, here I come.
Finally. All consuming thoughts are released. I feel somewhat better.
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.