i love to be married. risa and judah... i wish you... an eternal love and bond with one another!
and ps... there was a rainbow that appeared out of a cloudless sky right before arisa walked down the isle. it was a -very- beautiful God moment!
(yeah we do yeah we do)
I say I’m going to do something… and then… I don’t.
Something happens. I don’t follow through.
My life, in some aspects, keeps not going where I want it to go or think it should go. I don’t feel like it’s a problem of commitment. I commit myself to something, and it feels like that something keeps falling apart underneath me. Like I leap onto an iceberg only to feel it slowly melt.
“I’m going to nursing school”
fail.
“I’m going to get a dietetics degree at lsu”
fail.
It makes me scared for the future. “I’m going to get a masters degree in dietetics.”
What’s to say that won’t be another fail? There’s like 150 steps between here and there.
I have to get a job once this semester is over. I don’t want to. I felt –so- suffocated at the hospital. Suffocated because of the hours and because of the structure and because I couldn’t take off when I wanted to. Suffocated because I have a college degree and can’t find a real job. Suffocated because of the thought that I’ll never get to where I’m trying to go. Suffocated because of everything that job meant I wasn’t. Being treated like… I was uneducated and incapable. Suffocated because it was the best thing I could find.
I don’t want to search for another job. I don’t want to be another secretary. I need challenge. I need autonomy. I need freedom. I need creativity. I need to use my brain. I need to feel like a contributing member of society.



