Where Am I?

It's the wee hours of Friday and I'm sitting here asking myself "where did the week go?" It went by so fast on Tuesday, yet it's Friday already. What did I do? Where did I go? What happened that I can't remember?

It seems that I can't remember a lot these days, and I have no idea why. I sit awake late at night just to think about my current problems and what I can, or can not do to fix them. 

I don't remember a lot these days and still I ask myself the same question "why?". I'm feeling indifferent on what I want to do in life, and lately all my thoughts seem to take me to California, like I was meant to go there or something...like fate. Today, I was asked if I was interested in joining my college's ballet company...all the more reason to stay here. I'd love nothing more than to just dance and nothing else. I actually hate school, but so does anybody else. I'm here because of my future and the future of my children and so forth. Yes, I want to help people but what about helping myself?

They say therapists have problems of their own, and I'm starting to believe that's true, since well that's what I'm studying after all. I feel as though one needs to have problems in order to actually know what their patient is going through; so they can relate on a familiar basis of either depression, anxiety, or addiction. 

Where does the time take us, I do not know but make of it what you can so you can achieve what it is that you want most, not what you're asked of...but what you want, what you really want. 

Be Peaceful. Be Free.