Life . . .

 . . . . is all about learning to get used to disappointment. 

I guess, in the past, I was so oblivious to everything that I didn't realize most things are disappointing.

This sounds really cynical, I know, but I'm allowed to be cynical right now, because I've been trying to find a job since before we went to Hawaii, and since then, I've sent out about a bajillion resumes, had three interviews, and been declined thrice. Unless you could the bajillion resumes not contacting me a decline, in which case I'da been declined a bajillion and three times. 

On happier note, my mission papers go in today, maybe, and if not, for sure tomorrow. Maybe as soon as I have my mission call things will be a little more stable. Yet, I highly doubt that for some reason, since the adversary is trying to work on me. He's doing a d*** good job at it too. I wish he'd just leave me alone.

Patience. Patience. Patience.

I wonder how many times I have to type patience before my mission call comes. We could try it!  . . . . Patience. Patience. Patience. Patience. Patience. Patience.

And now "Don't Stop Believin' " came on. Cool. Good song.

Patience. Patience. Patience. Whoa, I just totally had a flashback from my childhood. I used to ALWAYS do this when I was upset: write the same word that I have having a struggle with over and over. Expect I'd do it on paper. And for some reason, I remember it being pretty effective and therapeutic. Actually, I'm already starting to feel better. 

(5 minutes later)

Okay, I'm done writing this post. :P My diarrhea of the fingers was somewhat successful in helping me feel better.