Facing Life

It's been awhile since I've posted...enough time for plenty of things to have happened, as usual - although I have to say that most of the time it's never anything good. Well, while that sounded incredibly negative, I did have a birthday (21!) and I got to go to the beach (I love Charleston!) over Easter break. My best friend and I took a quick trip to SC and stayed with my aunt in Columbia. Since Charleston is only 1 1/2 hours away from her house, we were able to go for the day. Even though it was freezing on the beach, it was still a lot of fun and definitely worth the trip! Another big plus was getting to spend some time with my aunt, Darlene. Darlene is my mom's older sister, and I'm so priveleged to have her. She's always been a big part of my life but as I get older, we continue to get closer and I really value her input and support in my life. :)

In other news, I've come to the conclusion that I'm spinning my wheels. Do you ever feel like you're just going through the motions - the motions that you've somehow convinced yourself are necessary - and yet you really don't know how or why you're doing it? After about a year and half at Western, I changed my major from English to Social Work - one of my brilliant, spontaneous ideas in which I never consider the fact that these kind of decisions really do affect your life permanently - knowing that my scholarship only allows me to switch my major once. Here's a little bit of advice: never irreversably change something like your college major because you wake up one day and think that what you're actually good at is boring, and something with a longer or more intruiging and heroic-sounding title might be "more fun". I can promise you it isn't a good idea - and now I realize my "method of choosing" is probably better-suited for carnival rides rather than careers. Anyway, now I find myself ankle-deep in the liberal, somewhat-jaded world of Social Work, fully convinced that while I may be a good listener, I don't think I'm cut out for rescuing the lives of incest-filled families in the sticks or convincing a hardened criminal that his parole officer really does want to help him, all without becoming "emotionally involved". I mean, come on, I tear up at sappy movies! Let's just say that right now I'm considering three options: finding a way to time-travel back to when i was 6 and belting country music from the backseat; moving to Nashville because all that singing just foreshadowed my real destiny; going into cosmetology because everyone's hair should look good and I can still employee my listening skills. I'm leaning towards a combination of the second two. I mean, we've only got one life - and who says you shouldn't do what makes you happy? I just hope I pick a kid-friendly ride this time instead of the one that makes you throw up.

I'm kind of new at blogging, and I'm thinking they aren't supposed to be this long...