It's been almost a month since my last post.
So much has happened that I'm not even sure I'll be able to cover it all.
Hmm, let's see where I left off last...
Ahh, yes.
It was back on the day my beetle bug stopped working on me.
Well, just to go ahead and skip to that part... It's dead once again.
And still sitting in the driveway.
And needs a new battery.
And probably will never get fixed until I do it myself {which means spending money I don't have}.
But let's try not to dwell on the negatives here...
I have now been working at my new job as a PE teacher for about five weeks.
I have loved every single second with those little kids.
I realized this is what I'm supposed to be doing as a career.
Not so much PE, but teaching in an elementary school.
So I stood up to my father and told him I didn't want to go to pharmacy school after all.
That didn't go too well...
It was just after working two weeks that I decided to tell my father.
I struggled terribly trying to figure out the best approach to telling him the news.
My mother beat the bullet and told him a few days before I got to him that she thought I didn't really want to do the whole pharmacy thing.
After talking with my older brother, Jonathan, I found the courage to tell my father.
My brother told me he wanted me to be happy ultimately and that dad would understand.
Well, that wasn't really the case.
After telling my father, he proceeded to tell me how awful my life was going to be.
How I would end up living under a bridge one day.
How I would never be able to pay my bills.
How I would never be able to have children because I wouldn't be able to afford them.
How I would always have to want for everything.
And lastly how he's never been more disappointed in me in his entire life.
I am now the fuck up of the family and the prime example of what not to do.
Ever since my talk with my dad, I have felt...
Worthless
Depressed
Empty
Dispirited
Inadequate
Thank God Taylor came home to Belfry a week later.
With Taylor back, he brought life back into me.
I was happy again - content.
My other half was home.
I'm very thankful for the two weeks I got to spend with Taylor, although it was not near enough time together.
Taylor left this past Friday to go back home to Colorado.
He has a job there giving pitching lessons at a sports complex.
And all of his family is there.
It's really hard not to be selfish in times like these.
With everything going on between my family and me, I need my best friend.
But, he's 1400 miles away with his family.
I'm hoping we'll be able to see each other around New Years.
It's really the only time I have off from work to be able to travel.
So, another countdown begins...
99 days and counting.
Until next time...
