A bunch of thoughts...

Tonight is National Night Out, where neighborhoods get together to chat and meet their neighbors.  Our neighborhood is having a little get together and I think we will go for a little while. We have nice neighbors, so that is a good thing. I think they are BBQing also, but I am kinda weird about eating potluck stuff from people I don't really know. I have a huge fear of food poisoning! Did they wash their hands when they were cooking it? Is it cooked to the proper temperature? See? Neurotic potluck worries. 

This week I am starting one on one therapy. I don't know if you have ever been to therapy, but I have and I know how hard it is to begin with. It is always really mentally draining to have to give your whole life history basically and spill all the good and bad stuff. In the end, it will be a good thing, as I need to talk to someone and get some non judgmental feedback on some issues I am having.

Classes for me start in about 3 weeks. I am excited to get going again and also excited to be finished in December. This last semester will be a lot of independent work on my portfolio, a history of photography class, and an advanced visual journalism class. I am really excited that I will have a portfolio show with one other student in December sometime, it will be great to show our work, get some feedback and hopefully be seen by some industry big wigs here in the metro.

I love to watch all the HGTV shows. But, man alive, some of the people on that show are so picky! I would hate to be their relator. I think I would lose my cool when they constantly complain about everything. People just don't want to compromise and seriously? you cannot have every thing you want! I suppose it wouldn't be a good show to watch if everyone just picked the first thing that they showed them.

Another day

Had a great job interview on Monday. Found out today that I did not get the job. I had tried really hard not to get my hopes up about it, because frankly after looking for so long and interviewing so many times a person just sort of loses heart. Not much of a point to get yourself all excited when they offer the job to someone else.
Of course, in the back of my head (even though I told myself not to!) I had already figured out how much money I would make each month. How many bills that would pay. How I could possibly get back out on my own again with my own apartment, maybe help out my struggling children with their finances a tiny bit. Maybe even be able to not be so fucking stressed out 24/7.

I looked in the mirror today and realized I look like I have aged about 10 years in the last few weeks/months.  That's what depression, anxiety, anger, insomnia and crying does for a girl. Nice.

So back to the drawing board. Make a new "to-do" list.

I have some business  research I want to do. I have images that should be culled. I should just take my camera and go outside and find something to shoot.