I don’t remember the last time I updated, but I remember this: I have changed since I last stared at this screen. I have been unable to share my thoughts- or even decipher them for myself in the past few months. Every time I open my blog to write something, I decide that I don’t have the words to share my idea properly. I don’t deserve the title as a “writer” or a “blogger” at this point in my life; I am in a place I never imagined myself to be. I’m not writing. It’s depressing.
I would like you to know, Internet, that since we last met I have graduated nursing school near the top of my class and come to the realization that I’m not going to get the job that I want. No psychiatric floors are hiring in my area, and I can’t exactly pick up and move because husband dearest has a job here. In this economy, I’m not giving up any guarantees for possibilities. Instead, I will sit on my hard-earned science degree and continue to serve chicken sandwiches to ungrateful human beings.
chin up goddess. through your desire you will create an opportunity. blessings