Getting back to it.

So, this week I had a meltdown. One more job rejection was the last straw on the proverbial haystack. This economic crisis sucks.

But, like my mom said, you have to just pick yourself up again. You have to keep swimming, have to not take anything personally, and you have to persevere. I've never been more unsure of the future, and yet more sure that I'm presently where I'm supposed to be. How ironic.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new week.