I am struggling through a 10 hour day at work thanks to the grip that reality TV has on me. The extra caffeine kick (peanut M&M's) at 11:30 p.m. didn't help either. Self control? Never even heard of that or so one would think.
In an attempt to ease the things weighing heavy on my mind, Jeanna and I headed in to town for some shopping therapy. Just a temporary fix but so worth it! I've got to accept the fact that this will be another trip through the all too familiar process of remembering, reliving, forgiving and moving on. It can be done and I will do it.
Most of my family seems to think that I'm caught up in pessimism and that I'll fly through the NIC as though I was born interpreting. How can I explain that it's not about believing in myself; it's about good interpreting and bad. I definitely succeeded at the latter. Oh well, I can attempt to explain myself til I'm blue in the face... for now I'll take Ty up on his bet and wait for the ominous month of October to either make me $100 richer or make me a very surprised and relieved certified interpreter.
The lovely Laura just slipped me a decandent dark chocolate bar with raspberry from Dean & Deluca. What problems? What heartache? The world is right again... as long as the chocolate lasts.
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