Risk = Hazard + Outrage

First of all, I’m sorry my blog has been spastically morphing for the past month or so. I’m finally figuring out how to play with the settings and I know it’s obnoxious. I’ll stop soon – promise. It’s been ugly for so long and now that I have discovered hotbliggityblog.com I can’t keep my cursor from clicking all of the layout schemes. It’s a disorder; don’t judge me.  

If you haven’t noticed, awesome. Forget that I ever admitted how obsessive I have been about my blog skin and assume that it has always existed in its present form.

Second of all, I finally have work for the entire summer! I’m so relieved. I’ll begin training at Old Navy this Saturday and I’ll be working there in between commitments to Duke Youth Academy and Timothy Project. Only two and a half weeks until DYA is here!! I’m so excited it’s insane.  

Speaking of insane, I need a tranquilizer, preferably with an extra strong shot of consistency and/or routine. I’m down with all the new experiences I’m having but my brain needs to play recovery. Bouncing back and forth from home and school (I was in Boone this weekend with Caroline and Elizabeth) is keeping me incredibly confused about this whole child/adult thing. It’s so weird because essentially I am responsible for doing everything for myself, but all of my financial ties are still with my parents. I do my own laundry, but they give me the quarters, if that can be applied in a broader sense.

I’m certainly not complaining about having to be a dependant. I’m really blessed to have parents that are willing to help me out whenever they can even though I am technically an adult. And it’s also great that I get to have a transition period where I can have freedom to do things on my own but still have mom and dad as a safety net. All the same I am still in a bit of a funk.

When I was thinking about blogging earlier today I had lots of interesting things to say, and now it seems as though they have escaped me. I’m reading Freakonomics and a book about immigration reform and by brain is boiling over with ideas that I can’t fanaggle into sentences yet. I’m in the process of training my brain to think instead of obsess so anything I try to say will be nothing more than incoherent babbling at this point.

Surprise, surprise. This is nothing new.