Life is...busy. I know working full-time and going to school full-time is only going to get more stressful, but the thought of taking it easy and going to school for the next two years is even less appealing than going hard and only having to go to school for one year. I'm not complaining--it was my choice and the fact that every single adviser and teacher (minus one) has acted like I am going to fail miserably (one even said "you're setting yourself up for failure") only makes me want to go even harder and prove the all wrong. I do realize, though, that next semester I may not feel the same way.
Work is...work. Its long, happy, sad, tiring, exciting--all at the same time. I'm struggling with staying professional, as some clients are have made their way into my heart in ways that others have not. I have to constantly remind myself that I have been able to help so many families, that the ones that I cannot help should not overshadow all of that goodness and happiness. Still, how is it fair that one family can be helped, and the other cannot? How is it fair that this child over here gets to go home and sleep in his very own bed, but that one over there has to share the floor with his brothers and sisters in a family friend's small apartment, as their family is "too large to accommodate" at any of the shelters. Our emergency assistance department is able to take 5 names a day to help with utility bills, but we get 300-400 calls a day.
Why is this the way things are? This makes my heart ache.
Although I struggle to stay positive at times because of the sadness I see, I remind myself how lucky I am to have grown up in the home that I did and to have the most amazing family anyone could ask for. There are no words to explain how lucky I feel.
