Stuck.

So I got this job, a second job.

I shouldn't complain because I am very fortunate to have it,

but it is slowly eating my soul.

(not to be dramatic or anything)

I wake up at 6 am, put on my fire resistant shirt, try to tame my hair and maybe put on a little mascara.

Then I drive 12 miles to make a fool out of myself for about 8 or 9 hours.

Then come 3:30 I am home free and pretty dang tired.

5 days a week.

I have no idea how people do the same thing day in and day out.

It is driving me crazy and it is only my third week!

Oddly enough, I am grateful.

This summer job has confirmed my belief that I am not cut out for such a strict and structured work life.

And trust me I am not.

But with this job I will have the funds to stand on my own two feet and

get my dreams out the of clouds and into reality.