For some reason, I am opposed to tiles of blogs. I don't know when it happened, or maybe I am just opposed to them because my wit is running low lately. I don't know.
I am in a funk. I have been in this funk for five days. Its a little better, but still in a funk.
I am standing at a crossroad in life. I graduate, God willing, in five weeks. I am scared. Some people like to tell me that this is normal. I don't care what is normal. There are extenuating situations that make this very sad. Not just scary, but sad. I will be seperating myself from a piece of my soul in five weeks. It hurts. I know it's coming, and it hurts.
I have to move forward, and if I have to move forward, then I can't leave a piece of my life in a stunted position. There is the prospect that I may have to leave something I adore. That hurts too.
I am getting older, and that means my parents are getting older too. That is scary.
I don't have a job. I am afraid.
It is time to see if I can fly. It is time to see if I can do all that I claim to be trained to do. I need room to grow. I need to be better than I ever have. And yet, I don't want to go.