As much as you may try to forget, your roots are what you got...
So I just had one of the best nights in a very long time.
I got home and it was business as usual. I wonder if my parents realize that I actually would come home more often if I wasn't convinced that I was just setting myself up for redicule and discouragement everytime I come into town.
Anyways, after about 3 hours of that, I was gladly accepting David's invitation to hang out. I had talked to him earlier when he mentioned he was also struggling with being at home, so we went out to AA's for awhile tonight to catch up. It was awesome seeing him again. He's doing so many cool things, and is pursuing a career he really enjoys. I have nothing but respect for that.
More interestingly, his career is in counseling. So I think, hey, why not...I'm gonna tell him about my current concerns and see what happens. It was probably the best thing I could have done; he wasn't trying to give me advice or tell me what I should do...he simply listened and help facilitate my decision. He helped me realize I already knew what I had to do, and that I had already made my decision. I just had to talk it out and make it real. I know...I know what's best now. I think it was cool for him too, since I told him afterwards that I really appreciated his conversation...I think in a way it helped validate what he's trying to do, both as a career field and as his way of helping people he cares about it. I was just a really good, definitive night.
In the meantime, Dana's mom was out with some of her friends, so she came over for awhile. She's so cool...and it really meant a lot for her to tell me how proud she was of me, and how she supported what I was doing. I really needed that after the constant barrage of "when are you going to go to grad school for something else?" and "when are you going to dye your hair back to something respectable so that you don't scare your future husband away?". Yeah. I really did need some acceptance and approval, no matter how independent I choose to be. It just helps.
Anyways...things are cool. I'm at peace. Moving on.
I got home and it was business as usual. I wonder if my parents realize that I actually would come home more often if I wasn't convinced that I was just setting myself up for redicule and discouragement everytime I come into town.
Anyways, after about 3 hours of that, I was gladly accepting David's invitation to hang out. I had talked to him earlier when he mentioned he was also struggling with being at home, so we went out to AA's for awhile tonight to catch up. It was awesome seeing him again. He's doing so many cool things, and is pursuing a career he really enjoys. I have nothing but respect for that.
More interestingly, his career is in counseling. So I think, hey, why not...I'm gonna tell him about my current concerns and see what happens. It was probably the best thing I could have done; he wasn't trying to give me advice or tell me what I should do...he simply listened and help facilitate my decision. He helped me realize I already knew what I had to do, and that I had already made my decision. I just had to talk it out and make it real. I know...I know what's best now. I think it was cool for him too, since I told him afterwards that I really appreciated his conversation...I think in a way it helped validate what he's trying to do, both as a career field and as his way of helping people he cares about it. I was just a really good, definitive night.
In the meantime, Dana's mom was out with some of her friends, so she came over for awhile. She's so cool...and it really meant a lot for her to tell me how proud she was of me, and how she supported what I was doing. I really needed that after the constant barrage of "when are you going to go to grad school for something else?" and "when are you going to dye your hair back to something respectable so that you don't scare your future husband away?". Yeah. I really did need some acceptance and approval, no matter how independent I choose to be. It just helps.
Anyways...things are cool. I'm at peace. Moving on.
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