Well, world, guess what? I am terrified about life right now, at the same time as I am fascinated. I am terrified because I am considering doing something I love instead of something for which I have a rational, step-by-step plan. I'm going to learn how to make movies. Meanwhile, I have absolutely no idea at this time what my life after PHC will look like. Isn't that funny? I've thought I was so nicely planned for so long. Now it is blank and empty. And open. That's another way to look at it. God can write anything He wants on my life, 'cause I'm not trying to hold the pen.
Also, I'm intending to drop my History of Islam course because I no longer need it as a Lit major. This thought is making me feel guilty. I think that's foolish. I'm feeling guilty because then my life will be temporarily manageable while others are suffering all around me. Must I feel obligated to suffer as much as or more than everyone else? Is that a sort of pride?
Maybe I should just take a rest and do something fun. I'm not sure I know how to do either of those two things any more.