Thursday, January 03, 2008

I am not a fashion-ista

As I walked through the mall yesterday on my lunch, I realized I will never be that girl who wears the latest fashions.  I don't know why this struck me yesterday (since I've never been very fashionable my entire life), but it did.  Perhaps it was because I wandered into some stores I never wander into.  Boy, what some people call fashion...

I've been having a rough couple of weeks.  Or more like a rough couple of 2 weeks.  I've been crying a lot before bed and last night I nailed down EXACTLY what I'm crying about.  I'm crying a little over him, a little over living at home, a little over having left CT, a little over having quit my PHD (altho I'm happy I quit in some ways) and I'm crying a lot because I feel so helpless and like my life is just standing still.  I know my life is going forward, but its going forward in millimeters and at times I feel its one step forward and two steps backwards. And therefore its very frustrating.  I just want to see some measurable advance in my life.

I have my appointment with the South African Internist tomorrow.  Dr. Jackman told me not to hold that against him.  I sometimes think Dr. Jackman is more intitutive than anyone realizes.
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