"Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed." — Libba Bray (The Sweet Far Thing)
I have something to look forward to. I am going to Utah this summer to work for the National Forest Service. So why do I wake up everyday feeling so sorry for myself? I am on the path to achieving my ultimate goal. Just because I am not married, on my own supporting myself- at least I’m not stuck in some dead end job. I should consider myself lucky. I am doing things according to plan. I have always said, ” I don’t want a family until can provide for myself.” There is no sense in providing for myself unless I’m doing what I want to do; what I was meant to do. I am a naturalist at heart. I am the path to finally get paid for it. I feel good about that. I just need to stick things out for 5 more months so I can get on with my life. If suffering through a math class is what I need to do to move on, then so be it!