Yeah, it's a lot...

peace,

I went down the list of things that I did in the past 48-hour period yesterday with one of my friends.

And she said (bug-eyed) "Wow, isn't that a lot? How are you going to do it?"

Fiimanillah. Because around about 8 PM last night I was ready to throw a tantrum worthy of a two-year old.

Amongst other things, I moved with the help of my uncle, and I began a training. I'm gonna get screamed on for my mistakes in the training.

I was sitting in the (expensive Zip)car when I realized that through all of this, when everything is hectic, I'm content. I'm nuts, but I know what's going on, I can prioritize more easily. Turning to God is the easiest of all now.... I might just be a borderline adrenaline junkie, thus why I enjoyed EMT training so much and why I want to be a nurse. It's just something to think about.

Yeah, it's a lot, but I think I need a lot in order to do well. Hmm.

peace