Apr 13, 2009 16:27
I'm waiting for paint to dry. Then I can stain.
There are a few weeks left and I have all the touch up stuff to do. I don't know what is wrong with me. The only person stopping me from doing well is me. It's all mental. I'm being pushed forward but I'm dragging my own feet. I have no idea why?
I'm standing on the edge and really its not so clear if I will definitely fall down. There could be an up. I don't really know what my life will be in a month. I'm scared. I don't have a normal career path, and I'm just now comfortable in my own shoes. I don't think I want to leave mi mitten, but really I don't think the job will be here. Why couldn't I just have gone to school to be a nurse or something? srsly. barf.