Back to the Past
I am feeling nostalgic today, so I thought I'd see if I could get back on live journal, and if my password still worked. Amazingly, it does! If anybody out there still reads this, Hi!!! It's been a while since I talked to anyone, and I apologize. When I moved to Florida, I thought that everything was going to just fall into place. I had a teaching job, I would be able to pay off those wonderful *cough* student loans, and life would be good. Then, typical life said nay nay, fluffy! I lost the teaching job after a month and a half. I now work for Walt Disney World. I truly love what I do, although I miss the money I made from teaching, even though it was only a month and a half! I work in the back office at Disney's Animal Kingdom Lodge, and I work quite a bit. To the point I have no life, and hardly anyone realizes I'm alive (ask Kayla!) I saw my roommates the other day for the first time in THREE MONTHS. I miss everyone from back home, and about once a day, wish I was back home. My family is there. My friends are there. I don't feel like I'm weird or out of place. Then I look around me (yes, my room is still a mess!), and realize that I have done the one thing that no one thought I would do, or be capable of doing-I jumped without thinking something through, and I'm making it. I'm actually living as an adult. I'm living as an adult away from home, and without a safety net. There is no one down here to help me if things go wrong. I just let out a few tears, and then buckle down and take care of business. It can make one feel amazingly good. I still have my dreams of teaching college, but now it makes me wonder, what can I really do? I never really thought about doing anything but teaching. Teaching seemed like the only thing I could do, with the few skills I thought I possessed. Now I wonder if there is more, and what I can do, versus thinking what can't I do? Don't worry-I'm not completely Disney-I tell my fellow cast members I tend more towards dragon spit than pixie dust. I told one of my managers that it seemed that the cast members who lived that way did so much better, and that I couldn't help but think along the lines of "how do I fix the problem" rather than making magic. My manager told me that I was more like Roy than Walt....meaning I tend to be a bit more practical, but I can still see and appreciate the vision for what it is. I'm the voice of reason...scary, isn't it?