Is it really only 12:44? How can that be? I've been up for hours now and I have accomplished a great deal. Applied for several jobs, took care of house stuff, went on a neighborhood bike ride/walk with Kaylen. Heck, I even watched The View and talked with my brother. Now I have songs playing in the background as I write. But what do I have to write about? Tons. But what will I write about? Nothing much.
I don't feel like letting my thoughts out for public consumption and yet I feel like I should write *something*.
Spring is coming. Quickly. I am torn by the changing season; normally I would be eagerly anticipating it but this year? This year the weeks ticking by make me nervous. I need a job. Soon. I get that there are people who have been out of work for a really long time and I get that I've "only" been looking for a couple months but it's crazy making. I get that for every one job there are hundreds of applications and yet - I want *someone* to think I am worth taking a risk on. Someone. Somewhere.
I'm dedicated. I have a level of commitment that is strong and sure. I'm worth the risk. I really am.
I have to believe that everything will work out. It just has to.
It. Just. Has. To.