These past few days have hurt a little bit.

(Warning this is the part that may sound like whining...I'm very sorry if it does.)

As I walked away from graduation day, a degree (cover...haha...I have the real thing now) in my hand with words of inspiration and congratulations ringing in my ears this is not what I pictured.

I didn't picture living in this attic the entire summer.
I thought I would have a job...9-5 with the weekends off.
I thought I would have a few things figured out by now.

But I don't.
And that hurts.
I've been disappointed with myself many times this summer.

And yet life is good. I do have things to be thankful for. And mixed in with my pleas of desperation to God I have twice as many things to praise him for...

Yet I have no idea what I'm doing. Some days I feel feel very grown-up. Some days I'm coping a little better than a 5 year old. I feel like I have my old blankey in one hand and my resume and car insurance policy in the other.

But today I accomplished something. It was my 6 week basic cake decorating class. They are mailing me a (according to my instructor) frame-worthy certificate. And if nothing else I will look back at this summer and know that I accomplished how to make something called a shaggy mum.

That makes it hurt a little less.