Logic doesn't always work...

So I have been feeling one of two things...

like a fraud, rather incompetent, and very lucky.

How does this work?

Well, as to the first, there are many factors:
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, and it is so stressful not having a plan or direction. I've been thinking that I want to apply my degree in psychology to the work I want to do, and be recognized for doing. But I don't know if I want to be a counselor, a therapist, or a clinical psychologist. What's worse is I don't know if I want to pursue futher degrees. I came to the conclusion that I would only get a Masters in a field so I could be licensed. but then what good would that do if I can't get the job I end up wanting, PLUS it costs so much to go back to school only for a masters. Well maybe I could try for a Doctret... but I remember not being all that fond of research. I don't know if I could handle the work, having school take over my life again.... I like having a 9 to 5 job where I don't have to bring work home with me. But I feel like I could DO and BE so much more.

2. I don't know how I became a music major. I can't even play the freakin' piano. Russ is so talented at sight reading or just being able to play. It takes me so long to attempt to get through a song and I can't seem to read the notes. I haven't sang in so long, who knows if I'd be good any more. my dreams in this area seem to slip away. I miss all that I accomplished at Concordia. I miss my choir. I'm so emotional when it comes to the music aspect of my life... I almost feel like it's gone -I do enjoy it though, when Russ decides to serenade me with piano music -but thaa's a good part.

3. My weight... I"ve gained so much since last December (when I was lonely enough and in a way depressed enough to eat and not care. I don't ift into any of my size 10 pants, some of the shirts I had are too tight. I have a stomache pouch. because of the type of shirt I was wearing today, some old man asked me how far along I was.... it's depressing. But the point is that I want to work out to try and lose this weight. and my drive seems strong when I leave work. But by the time I arrive at home, I'm tired and can't make myself get into the workout mode. I think the HARDEST part is knowing that I can lose the weight, and not being able to make it happen. As of summer 2008, I was fitting into size 10 jeans, and only 160 lbs. I know it can be done! But I can't seem to do it. I like sweets too much, I'm too lazy, and it's sad.

Ok... that's enoug of the bad side for now...
on the other hand, I'm so lucky to have Russ. To have his support in all that I do. To have him there to remind me that I'm beautiful, that he loves me, that I'm working hard in my current career and being rewarded for it. He's there to lick my nose when I'm sad just to make me smile and remember that life sucks some times but I'll make it through. He can serenade me on the piano, he can cuddle with me in the morning, he can make fun of my gracefulness... and he does. Of course this sounds one sided, but i'm here to give him a hug when he's had a bad day, when experiements don't work. And hey, I'm GRACEFUL! his life coudn't be more exciting! I do make things interesting. I try to put a positive and/or excited spin on life. I think he likes that.... and according to him, I'm a nice piece of eye candy that's not going to go away. hehehe.

I do have a good life, though it may not always be happy. but I can't be perfect.

December

I can't believe christmas is almost here! December has flown by... It almost doesn't even feel like christmas, except...
Last night I felt a moment of the happieness christmas brings, the feeling of being together. I had christmas music playing but it wasn't until I stood up and walked over to Russ and received a big hug and a really nice kiss that I realized it felt like christmas. I said "merry christmas" and Russ was like "what?". I just told him that it felt like christmas, and very romantic. I heart Russ! He real does make me happy... even if he has to lick my nose to get me to smile sometimes.
I'm happy tonight.

Excited!

I love to be excited. It's so much more fun than being placid about life. It may seem childish to jump up and down clapping my hands or shouting EEEEE! as an excited expression, but I like it. I share my joy and excitement because too often people just keep it to themselves. I'm excited to share happy news, I'm excited to see friends or family that I have been absent from. I am getting excited to spend my first Christmas with Russ -sure we have spent Christmases together for the last 4 years, but this is the first one with JUST us. We have our own place, our own (fake) christmas tree, we can plan to do whatever we want. We can invent new traditions, we can just be with each other!
Sure christmas and what it means to me has changed over the years, but one thing that stays the same: for me christmas is about family (and I love mine (most of the time) so it's not too bittersweet seeing them), it's about the love and support they give you and the love that you can return to them.
My mom really misses me, I can tell. my family was trying to work things out to come visit me this holiday season, but it's just too expensive for 4 people to fly, and who knows what the weather will be like for driving. So my parents are paying for me to come visit in January. It will be fun seeing them, and I'm happy that Russ wants to come (and is coming) too!
I like being happy -it's so much more fun than just wasting your life being sad/upset/indifferent. Sure it may seem childish or just girly to act so excited, but that's who I am.