A lamp, a shoe and an allergy pill walk into a bar...

So yesterday was the (unofficial) last day of summer.  Technically, we still have 19 days left of it, but everyone knows that summer ends after Labor Day.  I'm not sure I'll ever get used to not having a summer vacation anymore.  By this time when you are in school, you're entirely ready to get back into it and for there to be cooler weather and the colors of fall.

I don't regret this summer at all, but it did feel a little bit devoid of any substance.  There were definitely high points.  But I understand the monotony of the working grindstone now.

Every day that I go further into this internship, I love it more.  It has presented me with challenges that I never thought were possible.  

I love these challenges.

I love that I am utilizing actual mental capacity.

I love the team that I work on.

I love that I fall more in love with Jesus because of everything that I am being presented with.

I love that I can't do any of the stuff that they have me doing on my own, and yet I am specifically created and designed to do it with my gifts and passions. (conundrum)

I love the passion and creativity of students and the people I work with.

It is definitely something that I feel like I could do for a long time.  But I am asking questions.  I am struggling.  I am nervous much of the time.  I am tired much of the time.  

I am, however, a little confused at how things are turning out.  By this time, according to my plan (joke, right?) I should have had a nursing assistant job to go along side of this.  But, despite my pretty decent resume, I have not yet found a job.  

The thing I am having a far more difficult time with, though, is the fact that I simply can't seem to find anything to write about.  I would seem that I have writer's block in a most severe way.  I'm not sure what's going on.  Perhaps it is as simple as the fact that I have just not made time for it.  But I can't even seem to find things to want to write about.  Perhaps I just need to take more time to really take in the world around me.  It's never been a problem before.  Then again, I've never worked 60 hour weeks before.  

Fall always makes me acutely aware of my desire to write, so maybe that will be enough to push me along.  But I have not had that overwhelming beauty drown me with it's splendid covering in a long while.  

I guess I'll have to learn to carve out time for that too.