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I purchased these darlings…I lub!
Weekend turn-out Monday, Jun 1 2009
Love and life dementia, family 11:24 am
I visited my grandmother on Sunday. She has dementia. It’s difficult because she doesn’t seem to have a clue who we are. She doesn’t speak coherently. She usually pays adults no mind, but is drawn in by kids. Yesterday, that wasn’t the case. Maybe Bird is getting too big now.
After 30 minutes I decided to leave. I leaned in and planted a kiss on her neck. She jump startled and let out THE biggest laugh. It warmed my heart. She grabbed my face with both her hands and laughed. I miss her so much. The woman that is in that wheelchair is not my “grandmommy” and its tough.
Here I go again Monday, Jun 1 2009
This time last year I started summer courses at my college. Within three weeks I did all of my due diligence for the colleges that I was interested in attending. I took my entrance exam and was accepted.
I had a crazy uneasiness about my future. I could have very well had a meltdown had I not done something. I had just left a position where I worked in entertaiment law. On one hand it was a fantastic experience…coveted even. I had an opportunity to mingle with alot of the industry’s elite, and do REALLY interesting work, but I was not happy. My hours were long, the work was 24/7, but it did NOTHING for me. I was putting in so much time and effort for someone else’s benefit.
So it was this incredible sense of urgency that motivated me to start school. It felt like my life depended on it. I was really crazy during that time. I took I don’t know how many online aptitude tests to determine what I should be when I grow up..crazy. I’ve always known I wanted to be a lawyer….always, but I allowed other people’s perceptions (lawyers are the debil ya know) and their issues hinder my dream (for awhile). I imagine I was looking for an outside source to affirm my decision. When I was like 10 years old one of my mother’s co-workers asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up…you know…the typical question you ask a kid. I answered and she (an.glo sa.xon) said “you won’t be that…you’ll change your mind”. I didn’t really understand why she said that, nor did I spend too much time wondering, but it always resonated in my subconscious. Not too much has changed. When people (an.glo sa.xon) ask me what I’m studying in school I still get side comments every now and then. The only difference is that I know its a side comment. For whatever reason it is still somewhat a struggle to put it out of my brain.
My first semester I did very well, and since then I’ve managed to excel. Today I start my first summer semester with the same sense of urgency. Maybe more nerves this go round. I’m taking a math course *choke*. In the end I’m sure I’ll be fine. It’s just something that I go through. Until I’m completely immersed in course work I’m going to have these jitters.
