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I'm much less anxious today. Most likely because I didn't have my environmental science class, rather my preservation construction class. Instead of listening to little girls' opinions on how the US should start population control in other countries by disguising the birth control shot as a flu vaccination, I helped frame, raise, and apply drywall to a room we're building.
This is why I love my major. It's this beautiful process in which my mind is free to roam, while I keep my hands busy creating. I not only get to admire beautiful architecture of days past, I get to take part in saving it, in saving a part of our history and our open space. Each residence or building that is restored and occupied is another plot of land that remains absent of new construction. Not to mention all the natural materials saved by fixing something instead of throwing it away. If I get frustrated, I can take it out on a nail with a hammer, or do whatever necessary demo. work there is. At the end of the day, I can go home knowing that I worked hard and made a positive difference in the world, however small it may be.
As for everything else... sometimes I forget I have bi-polar disorder. I'm sure eventually I'll get out of this slump and re-join the world. Until then, I'll continue to write journal entries as if someone is actually reading them, even though that has nothing to do with why I write.
This is why I love my major. It's this beautiful process in which my mind is free to roam, while I keep my hands busy creating. I not only get to admire beautiful architecture of days past, I get to take part in saving it, in saving a part of our history and our open space. Each residence or building that is restored and occupied is another plot of land that remains absent of new construction. Not to mention all the natural materials saved by fixing something instead of throwing it away. If I get frustrated, I can take it out on a nail with a hammer, or do whatever necessary demo. work there is. At the end of the day, I can go home knowing that I worked hard and made a positive difference in the world, however small it may be.
As for everything else... sometimes I forget I have bi-polar disorder. I'm sure eventually I'll get out of this slump and re-join the world. Until then, I'll continue to write journal entries as if someone is actually reading them, even though that has nothing to do with why I write.