So, I've been feeling really bad because I thought Baxter completely hated me this summer. He wouldn't ever come see me or cuddle on the bed. Now that I've gotten away from needing the walker most of the time, Baxter seems to like me a lot better. He's willing to come up on the bed with me more, willing to let me hug him and just all around a nice guy. It sure makes me feel better.
In other news, I've been working on writing stuff. I really want to use some of my experiences to help others. I started writing some things about pain and blindness and how to deal with some of the unique challenges that brings. Knowing my attention span and usual opinion of my own writing, it probably won't get finished. It's sad to realize that unless I'm writing something for school or as a blog entry, it probably won't get written. I wish that weren't true, but that's the way life is. At least I've been able to write this summer, it's probably kept me sane.
As a separate topic, it'd be nice if I'd stop having the dreams where I'm a failure as a social worker, but at least I recognize that they're dreams and probably represent nothing of the truth. Unlike last year, I'm keeping the perspective that God wouldn't have brought me here to leave me and that the college I'm at is the one He wants me at. Even more important, even if I do fail, God still has a plan. I don't think it's cocky to say that I don't believe I'll fail. It's what I'd call peace.
Anyone else want to review last year's entries and laugh at my former self? I do, but then I realize how much stress I was under; I was starting to realize that I was officially out of remission of the RSD. I was going to college. I didn't know many people. I didn't completely understand or remember the layout of the campus even though I'd had mobility. I was in pain...
I am more excited this year than last year. There are a few concerns, but it will all work out for the best. And with that profound thought, I'm going to post this.