Oct 03, 2008 16:28
Currently I'm mulling over two compositions. When I say mulling I mean repetitive thoughts more on par with dread. One will encompass my life for the following year as I work on my thesis and the other will be a catalog of my discontentment towards my mother's behavior.
My working thesis is as follows: does self-efficacy effect the implementation of a communication for young adults with cancer? I'm much more excited about working on my proposal on this topic now that I have a method for my research. I will be creating a support group for young adults with and survivors of cancer, I'll be gathering my information from this group by co-facilitating with a staff psychologist at the Wellness Community. And by creating I mean, proposing to foundations for money, writing grants and presenting to their national organization for group approval. In the meantime, I'm mentoring children in the Kid's Circle group (for children dealing with parents going through treatment) to get my involvement in non-profit up. I have my first version of my proposal due at the end of this month and I'll be honest and say that I'm nervous.
As far as the letter to my mother goes, it stems from many sources but came to a head with my parents changing the locks on the house because of me. You read that right. Because of me. Someone who has done nothing to betray trust in any matter whatsoever. The letter will basically detail the changes I plan to make to distance myself from any involvement at the house. Which will be a chore since I have it as my permanent residence. But I am in my late twenties and it really is about time for some of the changes to be made. It's disheartening to say the least.