That is what life dealt me yesterday. And while I expected something similar to happen, I didn’t foresee what actually occurred.
I’ll be OK, but I’m angry. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do with myself, and I just want things to work out. But more than anything, I’m realizing that I have been shown a snippet of what’s to come, and it’s not pretty. That means a major change is on the horizon, one way or another.
I’ve talked it over with my boy, and he is incredibly supportive. I have talked it over with my parents and friends, and they are all backing me up.
I’m still scared, though.
In the next few months, I will be making a life-changing decision. OK, that makes it sound more dramatic than it actually is, but this choice could potentially take me to a different town. This decision could shape my career. And it freaks me out, despite knowing what I need to do.
I wish decisions like these were easier. And I wish that I wasn’t in such a crappy position to have to think about this the way I am.













I'm E.P. I have stylish handwriting. I enjoy a nice cappuccino in the morning. And I am fascinated with capturing life as it is.






