I'm sitting at the computer in Brian's room. I can hear Kaleb, his nephew, calling "Laa! Where Laa?!" from downstairs, but I'm choosing to ignore it. I'm not feeling very sociable. Sometimes I have gleaming moments of certainty, that where I am in my life is right, and that I'm heading in the right direction. For most of the part, though, there's this dull sound in the back of my mind reminding me that there's something wrong, or something missing. I love art. But I will never be an artist. I love emergency nursing, but hate having to go to work. I just wish I had more courage in my life. I wish I could give up 'safety' and push the boundaries of what I know. Maybe it's just the weather making me feel like going back to bed. Maybe it's finishing art for the year. Maybe it's the absence of knowing truths. Maybe it's just me being melodramatic.
