The Summer

Do you want to know who you are? Don't ask. Act! Action will delineate and define you.
Thomas Jefferson

These are my goals for the summer:
1. Become more decisive.
-I am utterly way to wishy washy with choices as most of you may know, so I'm trying to change. However first experience with being decisive went horribly wrong.
2. Become closer to the Lord through regular scripture study, prayer, and temple trips.
-I really need to find out what His plans for me are...
3. Have a consistent schedule.
-I've had this goal for a while, haven't really tried though. This will be the time though!
4. Gain weight.
-This might be strange to have as a goal for some of you, but when you can't wear a belt because they cause sores where they rub your hip bones, and you can pretty much see all your ribs when you lift up your arms it's time to gain weight. (As a side note I did not mean to get this skinny, it kinda happened through college eating... which for me was pretty much not.)
5. Get to the point where I can eat breakfast again.
-Ever since November or December I haven't been able to eat breakfast without wanting to puke. And there was at least one week were I did every morning but I attribute that to not noticing my milk had expired. Well, there have been weeks in there that I have been able to eat but the feeling always comes back.
6. Get through the summer without water works.
-This...hrm...uh....well...then....
7. Find joy in my internship
-As a side note, as therapy goes on the cries are diminishing.
8. Get a tan
-Sometimes I hate having Irish skin, not being able to tan well is one of those times.
9. Yard work when I get home from internship.
-This will probably go better when I get either my ipod back or an iphone.
10. Know what minor/clusters I want
-So far I know I want to do CIT, automotive tech sounds fun but I really don't know.

Dear future children of mine...

Even if you fall on your face, you're still moving forward.
Victor Kiam

Dear future children of mine, I'm sorry if this internship teaches me to ignore your cries of pain. Love, your not yet mom.

For this summer I am doing an internship for a small non-profit organization that does intense physical therapy for children, some adults, with physical disabilities like cerebral palsy. I guess I should have focused in on the intense part of that phrase.
The patients come in for 4 hours a day, 5 days a week, for 3 weeks. 2 patients in the morning and 2 different patients in the afternoon. They are all very cute, especially the little boy who comes for therapy with his triplet sister (is that how you would say that?). I think that makes it all the worse when his cries fill the office.
I have a lot more sympathy for my sister now. She had wanted to be a pediatrician until she helped the doctor scrape asphalt out of my face when I was 7 and I was crying out from pain.
It's too late now but I wish i had found something in IF, or hadn't burned out at school so I could have kept going at the HR office. But like Llama said I'm getting the experience. And I definitely know I don't want to be a therapeutic rec major now.

On a slightly better note, one year ago today is when I first met Georgia Boy.
Well gotta blaze