I declare Communications as a major in the middle of last night's speech because I trained to journal nearly seven years in the making before the past forty days of my life. I am super proud of my global studies that I have done for twenty-eight days straight despite me waiting and catching up until the point of no return while I procrastinated to do some other things. Yeah, I am one super busy girl, okay. I'm putting my plans into action, so it's really necessary to work on as I try to be better at becoming more diligent in all of the successes to go through the flow of my productivity. Although I fixed my problems alright before the end of the past month, I truly feel confident and satisfied with what I already have. March was going to be the best month of my life as of yet - really better than February and as a bit of the best of January - taking up most of the Lent season to leave the last third for the first half of April. Today is my seventh anniversary of the new beginning: putting the nail stickers on the days via devotions that led me to have a hobby to journal whatever I want, for as long as newer things really opened the doors wide open. My possible career track was to be a journalist, but I don't want to risk it because my minor will be under creative writing. It's possible for me to transfer over to UW in Bothell, yet I prefer the real one - you know Seattle - where I want to expand newer horizons to my college experience and graduate extremely hard to get a high-paying job well done in order to be super famous one day. This is what I'm going to do right now!
Before November 8, 2016, I was stuck and still don't understand on what to do after college, but feel forced to do either Provail or the DSHS system. I feel hopeless in one area... I was undeclared back then. Being pointless and depressed made me want to escape reality for inner worlds of others, yet I made the situations worse and it was all of my fault to make mistakes in spring 2016. I feel very ashamed of myself for being too stupid. I understand the consequences and I went through it in order to accept the lessons to be learned.
Many weeks later, I felt truly happy and am so excited to journal outside the usual messages I hear either every other day or on Sundays. I planned to write a book; however, I did more longer entries in the year than expected on several journals. I bought so many beautiful gifts for loved ones everywhere by far - first of all, I sent my aunt and grandma cards; second, I sent my sister lotion, body wash, and two more candles to last long; third, I wrapped up the candles in gift wrapping paper to give to mom on her birthday because she loves the smell of berries when it comes to scented things; fourth, my dad enjoyed lemon meringue pie I'll give him a sample of the lemon sicilian candle for his birthday and I'll give my parents a bigger one for each special day - both Mother's and Father's - to make them feel happy; and finally, my other sister still needs sketchbooks and art pencils for her birthday which I still want to get to make her feel proud when she opened up her presents - I would be generous in the end, as if it's just enough.
To sum up this post, I've read 61 chapters of the Left Behind series so far. I'll write to you soon by Easter. Goodbye!
