"We are each our own devils, and we make this world our hell." Oscar Wilde

Each day is the first day of my life. I am excited, nervous, terrified. My life is changing again, though the things from my past, bills mostly, the disconnect from family and friends, remain. But I am getting better at those things. Never perfect, but better.

I finished City Year on June 17th, 2010 with a new perspective on education. City Year Boston is disorganized, but I learned more there than I have in a while. I left feeling qualified and prepared to put my experience to use. I also sent my nieces and nephew tons of books because I want them to have the world. Last week I finished my summer job with the English Language Center, and I must say that I have never had more fun on a job before. It has been my favorite job until now (surpassing Heifer...), and I made some great friends. I fell in love with Boston and about 150 14-17 year olds from around the globe (mainly from Spain). I began training for a new job today with Eckerd Youth Alternatives, and for me it was review of the same old things: CPR, First Aid. Useful, nonetheless, and I will be grateful for the reminder. I will see how things go as this week of "soft" skills continues. Next week is "hard" skills, and that is when the journey truly begins. I must say that I feel as if I've been progressing towards this all of my life. The true first step to reaching my own private pure being (though how I can hope to have "private" pure being is beyond me). This experience will not be without challenges, both mental and physical, some psychological, but I will face and endure them more easily than I have before because I recognize the endgame of this leg of the journey.

Happiness, self-acceptance, satisfaction, cessation of fear.

These are my big four ideals.

It has been a long time since I felt truly happy. I have faked my way through many counseling sessions and situations, but my unhappiness remained, hidden beneath layers of fake smiles. My love, however, should never be doubted. I've enjoyed and loved people through my unhappiness, and I don't doubt they've felt the same for me. But my personal joy has been almost non-existent. The main reason I haven't succumb to my sometimes crushing sorrow is the glint of hope that there must be something better. After these trials, I will be happier.

One of the songs I've been listening to a lot lately is "Not a Pretty Girl" by Ani DiFranco. Self-loathing has been a mark of mine since I could see and understand the difference between myself and others. For years, I used chemicals that would change my hair to look like someone else's hair; I obsessed over never obtaining a flat stomach while being too lazy to do so (many of my clothes may actually be too small because I always guess that I am thinner than I am); I hid myself behind accessories; I wept for countless nights because my smile wasn't perfect; I was worried that I was never smart or interesting enough. Even now, I am burdened by these thoughts (my hair is natural now, but I hate that it isn't growing and keep wearing wigs to change it). My next few years will be devoted to working hard to accept myself while making myself into who I want to be. There is nothing to stop me now but my own determination.

Tied into the previous ideal is my search for satisfaction. This time will be my Walden. A time for detachment and personal growth. A time to cure my mental disease. A time to heal. Five of seven days (if it is a normal week; up to 21 if it is abnormal) will find me in the woods, detached from the outside world. My cell phone loses reception within a half mile of my work place. At night, we see by kerosene lanterns. In the winter, our cabins/tents are heated by wood burning stoves. Our time-off house has amenities, but I will work to keep myself loose. I am excited about shaking off the bonds that keep me pitying myself for not being a pretty girl with pretty things. Instead I will focus on building my mental energies. However, I plan to write once a "weekend" whenever I am able.

Cessation of fear is my biggest concern, over any other. Fear keeps me from moving forward, and I am ready to feel something new. On the way to training, I cried on both airplanes worse than I have before because of fear that we'd fall out of the sky. I have two more flights back to Rhode Island that I'm unsure of how I'll handle. I am planning a trip to Spain in January, my first trip overseas, and I plan to go to the doctor so that I may be prescribed something to calm my nerves or put me to sleep. But I would rather work on removing my fear altogether. The only trip I've ever taken in which I wasn't afraid was my first trip to Iowa. I'd made peace with my life, and that has made all the difference. Since then, I have digressed to a fear that is worse than ever. This fear lies more in my spirit, I think, and when I solve that, which I plan to work on vehemently, calm will take it's place.

I have given my life a tall order for the next few years, but I have no doubts about my ability to accomplish all that I desire. I am more focused than ever now that my goals are within reach, and if it means that I must forego a few quick pleasures for pleasures far greater, I will be happy to do it. No one has ever seen me shine like I will.

All praise is to God. It's been a long time, my Friend.