My mom's brother, my uncle, said this would happen, and he said sometimes you can't do the job you wanted to do. I see what he means now, at least it feels that way. I have two places that haven't turned me down, yet.
I can't really ask him for anything. I told him I wouldn't fail and here it is, it looks like I have, it feels like I have, failed.
People keep telling me, "don't pull the Teachers Retirement." I'd like to take out the STRS. I feel like I'm spiting my nose to spite my face. I don't know I like that phrase. I can see their point. I can but then again...
Well, I have to be at Frisch's in Franklin, at 4 today, I believe.
I want this to be more than a journal, more than a diary. I want it to be Me, to the world.
Pray for me, I'm a person who needs people.
Cindy
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