roadblocks to dreams

I went to the Grayton Beach yesterday.

Gosh, nothing makes you feel quite like being poor than venturing into a rich beach community. LandRovers, ocean front -newly built homes, and brand name everything galore. Every hand and foot was freshly polished... I mean, you name it, and it was pricy. 

Before we(me and Mom) got to the beach, we stopped at Econfina Springs on the way... a 45 minute drive from my house. I cannot believe that a natural treasure is so close to home. I plan on going back soon with a friend, swimming in the springs and boozing my way down the river, but you know.... tastefully. 

Back to the rich people, I wish I was one of them. I feel like life would be less complicated if I had more money. And maybe your definition and my definition of rich are different. I would consider myself rich if I made 60k or more a year. I think it would be nice to be able to rent... not even buy... but rent one of those beach front homes for a weekend, and it not set me back for a month, or buy a brand new fancy car. I realize happiness is not found in things, but damn, being poor is getting old.

So I decided to go back to school last Spring to pursuit School Counseling(online)... to not only become one of those rich people(kind of), but hopefully really make an impression on children and help them with trials throughout their time in school. 

I put a lot of thought into it as well as prayer. I told myself it would be a trial session. So my first 2 classes were awesome, I loved them and made good grades, but as time has gone on and circumstances have changed, I am starting to have second thoughts. My last 2 classes have not been my favorite. One of my classes was something that was not even needed for my degree but required by the school, the 2nd class has been a nightmare. The school advisor who set me up with the class did not communicate to me that the class would overlap with my last class. So basically, I missed the 1st week of class, and then I ordered the wrong book, so add all these things up plus starting a new job and you have got high stress levels. I have decided to take the next semester off and weigh my options. 

Unfortunately the phrase "you live, you learn" is so true because I did not learn that I would have to partake in a 1 year long, unpaid school counseling internship. This was probably the worst news to learn. I definitely don't want to give up on a dream, but I don't want to have more debt, or continue to live at home for the next 5 year... God, no. Did I mention I lived with my parents?

So I am hoping in the next few months to establish a group of contacts to point me in the right direction because I am sure I am not the only person who has run into this roadblock. However, I do roll my eyes whenever I think of other people who do this internship without any worry because their parents or spouse supports them financially through the process. Lucky them. 

Anyway, I will reevaluate soon... and hopefully, just hopefully, things will opt in my favor.

My dream is not to be rich... I just don't want financial worry, I guess no one does.  I would also like to live in home free of infestations complete with central heat and air, and running water.

OKAY, moving on!