So I've been sick for almost two weeks now. I've used up all of my sick time and will not have any until July. I guess I should make sure that I take a multi-vitamin. I told the boyfriend last night that I had no other choice but to be better by today. I woke up this morning in a fantabulous mood and it has steadily declined since then.
I love many many aspects about my job, I just don't like my job. Does that make any sense? People here are really starting to bother me and it is really hard for me to be nice. If anybody even barely steps out of line, I'm quick to be a huge biatch. I hate that, that is not who I want to be, but no matter what I seem to do it time and time again.
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I start back to school next week. I'm going to obtain my technical certificate in Photography at the not so prestigious Nashville State Community College, but It is convenient and it is something that I really, really enjoy (considering the above). Photography is something that has not always been a passion. I do recall the very first time that I realized that I wanted to be a photographer. I was on my way back to Texas from Oklahoma City, OK and there was a hill. At the top of that hill stood an old dead tree with limbs that made it seem like something from a fictional novel. Behind the tree was a brilliant purple, red and orange sunset. At that very moment I thought to myself, 'I wish I had a camera'. Then i suddenly realized that I didn't just want to capture the image for myself, I wanted to share that image with people who would appreciate the beauty like I did. That is why I decided to go to school, to make the transition from a vision to reality. It still seems so huge that I can not wrap my brain around it, but I know that I will do this for myself. I will enjoy my work the same as I enjoy my free time and that will be the best gift I could ever give myself.