Rejection is hard to swallow.

(by you)

Dear Pennsylvania,

In yoga I thought about the time in the park - you were in the creek you were running on the rocks, so quickly, never falling (or even getting a toe wet), perfectly finding your way to the next crooked rock without any hesitation. I always admired your dexterity and athleticism. Maybe if I had any of that in me I wouldn't be writing you from Wisconsin. I can't help be think what it is about me that makes you not attracted to me.

I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe it is just a chemical thing - still knocks down my ego quite a few notches. Rejection is hard to swallow.

Peanut Butter sent me this really cool FoodCorps thing today. I am going to apply. Additionally if I am going to apply to the Peace Corps I have to get my application in by April 1st. Today I as I was blogging (not this blog - my design blog) I was thinking about how much I love design. I just can't ever decide what to do with my life. On one hand I love design....but it feels so shallow. I know I need to do something creative. I would love to do something to help the world - that is why I am applying to the P.C. I have thought about Art Therapy. But something holds me back from that. I have thought about eco-friendly interior design - still how eco-friendly can it be? Of course then there is the side of me that would love to be a yoga teacher - to travel the world - I would love to have my own little yoga/healing center/art center. HA! Clearly I am alllllll-over-the-place.

How can you find focus? I love so much. I hate to pick just one thing to be! I want my life to be fulfilling. I want it to be creative. I want it to be healthy full of healthy food.

I don't know. Can't someone tell me what to do? I am 18 years old all over again.

Love

Wisconsin