This week I am starting my final year in my BFA program and that feels great. It feels like I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I cannot beleive how incredibly trying college has been. Of course it might have been easier if I had chosen a different major, went to an easier school, chosen a more reasonable program, had financial help from parents and all of that, but at least at the end I can day I am damn strong and capable. I am starting to feel proud I have been able to do this with virtually no support or help, other than my husband. I do not know another student who can say that.
At the same time, the new year brings some sorrow. My baby sister had a miscarriage a couple days ago and we are all just devistated. She is already a mom (my nephew is a year old) and I think that made it more difficult, being that she (and we) know the experience and reality of a baby. Somehow that makes it more difficult than this happening before a child is already here.
I hope my sister can get through this soon, She is having a hard time, and being how close we are I am sharing the burden. We are having a hard time coming to terms with the whole situation.
Nick, the hubby, was almost laid off last month and we were scared shitless. Luckily he has been promoted instead (company restructuring, rediculous I know) and for now, we are safe. Of course its a more difficult job, but thankful to have one.
My job still sucks...stressful, but it is what it is, and I am thankful to have one at all.
Besides all the craziness that keeps coming my way, I am hoping for the best. I am going to try to make more time for friends, family, my husband, and myself.