I feel so lost. I don't want to finish my Master's; I just don't care anymore. I don't know where I'm going to live in three months, I don't know what I'm going to do for a job.
My gut reaction says to resign my lease. PAUSE. I just called the leasing office; they will let me resign until December. I can start doing the Body Shop consulting thing. Even if it doesn't work out, I know I can pay my rent on my LE check. I'll still be a poor college student, unless I can make this consulting thing work for me. Knowing that I can sign a one semester lease makes me feel more comfortable.
I still have to wonder if I'm clutching again, holding on to my current life situation as a way to avoid having to deal with change. I'm such a freak. Aren't mental health professionals supposed to be above asinine coping strategies learned as toddlers?
Well, Eyeore is off to take a nap. I'm sure I'll feel better afterwards; I don't know what I'll do if I don't.