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Relief

Today was a great end to the week. At the beginning, I thought I was headed into yet another week of doubt and crazyness and stress. But as I type this, I'm feeling so relieved. I made it through the crazy work weeks. That's a huge worry off my list. I'm feeling much more confident about my classes. I had a rough start this semester and was thinking there was no way on earth I could make it through these classes. There was just no way. Plus, I hated my creative writing class. My intro to creative writing class. That's my major right there, if I hate the intro class, what exactly am I supposed to do? I've been doubting my life and passions and everything.

 Then I had the blessing of finding out I had misread the syllabus and was doing an extra analysis a week I didn't need to be doing. And on top of that, my teacher gave me extra credit for them. We also had a free write in class and I was able to just write again. It was liberating and gave me confidence. The class is still going to be a lot of work, but less than I thought, and we are actually going to be writing. I've always been skeptical of prompted free writes, but this one was amazing. Our text book for the class is fantastic and will definitely be kept. Such a relief.

Another relief was, after doing some research I found out that a local bookstore does self publishing and local promotion. If things don't go the way I'm planning, I can still get published and actually be in a bookstore. That there is very exciting!

Another relief was my UHL class. That has majorly been stressing me out. The first week back, I had no idea what to write about the seminar. I had no connections and just nothing. I agonized trying to type up a paper. This week, I worried all week and attempted all week to write the paper for today. BEing the fine procrastinator that I am, it still wasn't done this morning. During break inbetween classes, I sat down in the library with Sammy and just started typing. My fingers just started flying, I couldn't believe it. I had done some of my best work in 15 minutes. Huge. Relief.

The speaker today was amazing. He was a doctor, and so passionate about what he did. I loved listening to him. His presentation also reassured me that I made the right move not going for a stable career in nursing. I just have way too much anxiety to deal with that. Just seeing some of his pictures was making me anxious. He touched on how someone once gave him a magnet with a quote on it and he's had it on his fridge all these years and always checks in to make sure he's following it. Then he gave all of us magnets with quotes on them. It was really cool.

This one's mine. I love it. It really inspires me. And to top it all off I was able to have dinner with my parents, in the city. I loved showing them around my new stomping grounds, and my favorite bookstore. I'm so thankful for today, it was such a relief.




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