Very nearly a year later, and not much has changed. I suppose that's part of growing up, that realization that it takes a little more time and effort than can be found in a year to really get something done. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by that anymore. I am, but I shouldn't be. Perhaps just realizing it is as important as believing it.
I still wait tables. But on the plus side, I also help manage the restaurant, train employees. Even people spinning their wheels get somewhere lol. I figure if one year of serving in a restaurant hasn't killed me, it'll take me through college at least.
There's one place a year has gotten me, I suppose. I start school this August and hopefully should be out in three years. I'll also be joining the Air Force ROTC so that once I graduate I'll actually have something to do rather than wait some more tables.
I'm not worried about the military like so many of my peers seem to be. I was raised in a rigid home growing up. I don't feel any lack really for this fact. I wasn't even really made aware of this fact until well after high school. The military would make a very comfortable place for me. I follow rules, and have a difficult time breaking them, simply because that's how I was raised. lol I don't know of anyone else of my acquaintance who would be BETTER suited for the military. So there you go.
I stopped writing for some reason. I'm never really sure why this happens, but I will write a flurry for a few weeks and then drop whatever it is I'm working on and not touch it for nearly a year, if I touch it ever again. I work so hard these days that it's hard to have much in the way of creative output. I suppose I should try to pick that up again. Maybe it would make me feel better.
It's worth a shot at least.
